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The Bonny Bunch Of Roses - Fairport Convention[00:12:30]
Near by the swelling ocean,[00:12:30]
One morning in the month of June,[00:12:30]
While feather'd warbling songsters[00:12:30]
Their charming notes did sweetly tune,[00:12:30]
I overheard a lady[00:12:30]
Lamenting in sad grief and woe,[00:12:30]
And talking with young Bonaparte[00:12:30]
Concerning the bonny Bunch of Roses, O.[00:12:30]
Thus spake the young Napoleon,[00:12:30]
And grasp'd his mother by the hand:-[00:12:30]
"Oh, mother dear have patience,[00:12:30]
Till I am able to command[00:12:30]
I'll raise a numerous army,[00:12:30]
And through tremendous dangers go,[00:12:30]
And in spite of all the universe,[00:12:30]
I'll gain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O."[00:12:30]
Oh, son, speak not so venturesome[00:12:30]
For England is the heart of oak[00:12:30]
Of England, Scotland, and Ireland,[00:12:30]
The unity can ne'er be broke.[00:12:30]
And think you on your father[00:12:30]
In the Island where he now lies low,[00:12:30]
He is not yet interred in France,[00:12:30]
So beware of the bonny Bunch of Roses, O.[00:12:30]
Your father raised great armies,[00:12:30]
And likewise kings did join the throng,[00:12:30]
He was so well provided.[00:12:30]
Enough to sweep the world along.[00:12:30]
But when he went to Moscow,[00:12:30]
He was o'erpower'd by drifting snow,[00:12:30]
And though Moscow was blazing[00:12:30]
He lost the bonny Bunch of Roses, O.[00:12:30]
"Oh, mother, adieu for ever,[00:12:30]
I am now on my dying bed,[00:12:30]
If I had liv'd I'd have been brave[00:12:30]
But now I droop my youthful head.[00:12:30]
And when our bones do moulder,[00:12:30]
And weeping-willows o'er us grow,[00:12:30]
Its deeds to bold Napoleon[00:12:30]
Will stain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O."[00:12:30]