Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose.
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire
At thy will.
Ding, dong, ding, dong,
Wedding bells on an April morn.
Carve my name on a moss covered stone.
On a moss covered stone.
Hey ho, nobody’s home.
Meat nor drink nor money have I none.
Still, I will be marry, married.
Hey, ho, nobody’s home.
A poor bird,
Take thy flight.
High above the sorrows of this dark night.
CommentWe saw the verses, were confused, and am now putting the whole song up. We do what we must because we can.
Song ContributorThe Unknown Scout
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