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There stands a stone, a rounded stone,  ’Midst ocean’s surges hoary, On which sweet Jesus set his foot When mounting to his glory.

There grows a rose, a blooming rose,  ’Midst ocean’s briny waters, That o’er may pass, to hear the mass, Havanah’s dusky daughters.

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London: Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.

London

Edition limited to Thirty Copies.

Footnotes:

[22] An earlier, and utterly different, version of this ballad was printed in Romantic Ballads, 1826, pp. 37–39. Borrow afterwards described this earlier version as “a paraphrase.”

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