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The Crown of Roses (Legend)

Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky

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1. When Je- sus Christ was yet a child He had a gar- den small and


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1. When Je- sus Christ was yet a child He had a gar- den small and

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wild, Where- in he cher- ished ro- ses fair, And wove them in- to gar- lands
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wild, Where- in he cher- ished ro- ses fair, And wove them in- to gar- lands

  
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there. 2. Now once, as sum- mer- time drew nigh, There came a
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there. 2. Now once, as sum- mer- time drew nigh, There came a

 
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Copyleft Mark Chapman 2008. Edition may be freely distributed, duplicated, performed or recorded.
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troop of child- ren by, And see- ing ro- ses on the tree,
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troop of child- ren by, And see- ing ro- ses on the tree,
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With shouts they plucked them mer- ri- ly. 3. 'Do you bind ro- ses in your
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With shouts they plucked them mer- ri- ly. 3. 'Do you bind ro- ses in your

  
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3. 'Do you bind ro- ses in your
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hair?' They cried, in scorn, to Je- sus there. The boy said hum- bly:
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hair?' They cried, in scorn, to Je- sus there. The boy said hum- bly:

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hair?' They cried, in scorn, to Je- sus there. The boy said hum- bly:
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'Take, I pray, All but the na- ked thorns a- way.' 4. Then of the thorns they

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'Take, I pray, All but the na- ked thorns a- way.' 4. Then of the thorns they
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'Take, I pray, All but the na- ked thorns a- way.'

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made a crown, and with rough fin- gers pressed it down, Till on his fore- head
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made a crown, and with rough fin- gers pressed it down, Till on his fore- head
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fair and young Red drops of blood like ro- ses sprung.
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fair and young Red drops of blood like ro- ses sprung.
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like ro- ses sprung, like ro- ses sprung.

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