| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Folk-song—From the Danish | | By Antoinette DeCoursey Patterson |
| | | LITTLE ROSE and her mother, from the boat where it lay, | |
| Bantered each other in the merriest way. | |
| Ha, ha, ha, sa, sa, sa, sa! | |
| Bantered each other in the merriest way! | |
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| “No lover shall wed me—no matter how bold— | 5 |
| Till trees in the garden bear blossoms of gold.” | |
| Ha, ha, ha, sa, sa, sa, sa! | |
| “Till trees in the garden bear blossoms of gold.” | |
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| From the porch thinks Hr. Peder, amused at her jest, | |
| “’Tis always the one who laughs latest laughs best!” | 10 |
| Ha, ha, ha, sa, sa, sa, sa! | |
| “’Tis always the one who laughs latest laughs best!” | |
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| And when later they entered the garden—behold | |
| From each tree was hanging a ring of bright gold! | |
| Ha, ha, ha, sa, sa, sa, sa! | 15 |
| From each tree was hanging a ring of bright gold! | |
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| But Rosalie, scarlet as fresh-dripping blood, | |
| Kept both her eyes fixed on the grass where she stood. | |
| Ha, ha, ha, sa, sa, sa, sa! | |
| Kept both her eyes fixed on the grass where she stood. | 20 |
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| Then Hr. Peder he kissed her, still full of the jest: | |
| “Most surely the one who laughs latest laughs best!” | |
| Ha, ha, ha, sa, sa, sa, sa! | |
| “Most surely the one who laughs latest laughs best!” | | | | |
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