  Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing did I say, But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some asked how pearls did grow, and where, Then spake I to my girl, To part her lips, and show me there The quarelets of pearl. One asked me where the roses grew, I bade him not go seek; But forthwith bade my Julia shew A bud in either cheek. |
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