5146, уже не так кошерно,
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Roses red and roses white
plucked I for my love's delight
she would none of all my posies
Bade me gather her blue roses
Half the world I wandered through
Seeking where such flowers grew
half the world unto my quest
answered me with laugh and jest
home I came at wintertide
but my silly love had died
seeking with her latest breath
Roses from the arms of death
It may be beyond the grave
she shall find what she would have
nine was but an idle quest
Roses white and red are best!
А это наизусть помню)