“What makes you pull the rose, the rose? What makes you break the tree? What makes you come to Carterhaugh Without the leave of me?” “But Carterhaugh is not your own Roses there are many I’ll come and go all as I please And not ask leave of any” And he has took her by the hand Took her by the sleeve And he has laid this lady down Among the roses green
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