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ROSES IN SONG.22.

THE BONNIE BUNCH OF ROSES John Wesley Harding

By the margin of the ocean One pleasant evening in the month of June The pleasant singing blackbird His charming notes to tune Then I saw a woman All in great grief and woe Conversing with young Bonaparte Concerning the bonny bunch of roses, oh

And then up and spoke the Young Napoleon And he took hold of his mother's hand Oh mother dear be patient And soon I will take command I'll raise a terrible army And through tremendous danger go And in spite of all of the universe I'll conquer the Bonny Bunch of Roses, oh

And when first you saw the Great Napoleon You fell down on your bended knee And you asked your father's life of him And he's granted it most manfully Then he took an army And over the frozen alps did go He said I'll conquer Moscow And come back for the Bonny Bunch of Roses, oh

And so he's took three hundred thousand fighting men And kings likewise for to join his throng He was as well provided for Enough to take the whole world along But when he came to Moscow All overpowered by driving snow And Moscow was a-blazing And he lost the Bonny Bunch Of Roses-o

Oh my son don't speak so venturesome For England she has a heart of oak And England and Ireland and Scotland Their unity has never been broke So son think on your father In St.Helena, his body it lies low And you will follow after Beware of the Bonny Bunch of Roses, oh

And it's goodbye to my mother forever For I am on my dying bed Had I lived I might have been clever But now I bow my youthful head And while our bodies do molder And weeping willows over us do grow The deeds of brave Napoleon Will sting the bonny bunch of roses-o


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