| I fell asleep down by the stream
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| And there I had the strangest dream
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| And down by Brennan’s Glenn there grows
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| A briar and a rose
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| There’s a tree in the forest
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| But I don’t know where
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| I built a nest out of your hair
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| And climbing up into the air
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| A briar and a rose
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| I don’t know how long it has been
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| But I was born in Brennan’s Glenn
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| And near the end of spring there grows
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| A briar and a rose
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| I picked the rose one early morn
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| I pricked my finger on a thorn
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| They’d grown so high
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| It’s winding wove the briar around the rose
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| I tried to tear them both apart
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| I felt a bullet in my heart
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| And all dressed up in springs new clothes
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| The briar and the rose
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| And when I’m buried in my grave
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| Tell me so I will know
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| Your tears will fall
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| To make love grow
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| The briar and the rose |