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The Flower Seller

1. As I went to market, so early one morn, I passed the corn merchants, all laden with corn And the shepherds with many a fine flock of sheep And the sellers of ribbons and trinkets so cheap I strayed not to the alehouse to drink all the day Or to idly puff on a fine pipe of clay But I watched a fine craftsman who fashioned a chair And I bought a red rose…

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