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The Bonny Bunch Of Roses Lyrics - Artist : Fairport Convention
Near by the swelling ocean
One morning in the month of June While feather'd warbling songsters Their charming notes did sweetly tune I overheard a lady Lamenting in sad grief and woe And talking with young Bonaparte Concerning the bonny Bunch of Roses, O Thus spake the young Napoleon And grasp'd his mother by the hand "Oh, mother dear have patience Till I am able to command I'll raise a numerous army And through tremendous dangers go And in spite of all the universe I'll gain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O" Oh, son, speak not so venturesome For England is the heart of oak Of England, Scotland, and Ireland The unity can ne'er be broke And think you on your father In the Island where he now lies low He is not yet interred in France So beware of the bonny Bunch of Roses, O Your father raised great armies And likewise kings did join the throng He was so well provided Enough to sweep the world along But when he went to Moscow He was o'erpower'd by drifting snow And though Moscow was blazing He lost the bonny Bunch of Roses, O "Oh, mother, adieu for ever I am now on my dying bed If I had liv'd I'd have been brave But now I droop my youthful head And when our bones do moulder And weeping-willows o'er us grow Its deeds to bold Napoleon Will stain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O" |
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