Rose

works well in a round

Rose, Rose
Rose, Rose
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire
At thy will

Hey ho nobody’s home
Meat nor drink nor money have I none
Still I will be merry
Hey ho nobody’s home

Ding dong ding dong
Wedding bells on an April morn
Carve my name on a moss covered stone
On a moss covered stone

Ah poor bird
Take thy flight
Flying in the shadows
Of this dark night

I won’t be my father’s Jack
And I won’t be my mother’s Jill
I will be a fiddler’s wife
And fiddle when I will

America America
Can we tell you how we feel
You have given us your riches
And we love you so

On the darkest night

My love he comes to me

And the rain surrounds us

The wind in the trees

Won’t somebody please

Throw a coin to me

I am but a poor boy

Begging in the streets

Peace Peace Peace Peace
War will end and war will cease
We will learn to live together
In peace peace peace