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FLOWER AND THORN



FLOWER AND THORN


Black the storm-wind rides the sky, all the leaves are torn,
Briers upon the common stand stripped to stick and thorn;
Thorny is the brier, thorny is the brier,
Mother Mary, keep me safe, give me my desire!
 
Now the winter rains have gone, Heaven's washed and clean,
All the brooks are laughing sweet, all the trees are green;
Leafy is the brier, leafy is the brier,
Mother Mary in the sky, grant me my desire!

Summers yellow on the land, throbbing warm and live,
Hear her million voices hum like a lucky hive;

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