posted on Nov, 22 2011 @ 05:16 PM
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Wee Mary made some perfume with some roses from the glen
Shook in a jar of water, whipped and mashed and shook again
She dabbed some here and there, to wrist and neck and in her hair
And people smiled and sniffed the whiffs of roses in the air
She sat her prize upon the ground to play upon a swing
A neighbour's kid did spy it thinking, what a pretty thing
She picked it up, and opened it, and spilt it in a flood
and mingled it with earth to make a rosy perfumed mud
...3 years later
The neighbour's kid made perfume with the roses from the glen
Shook in a jar of water, whipped and mashed and shook again
She dabbed some here and there, to wrist and neck and in her hair
And people smiled and sniffed the whiffs of roses in the air
She sat her prize upon the ground to play upon a swing
Wee Mary came along, and saw, and knew, that pretty thing
She picked it up, took off the top, and put some in her hair
and gave it back to the neighbour's kid... with roses in the air