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    "The Bonny Bunch Of Roses" Lyrics

    John Wesley Harding

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    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

    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
    I'll 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 on
    But when he came to Moscow
    All overpowered by driving snow
    And Moscow was a-blazing
    And he lost the bonny bunch of roses, oh

    My son don't speak so venturesome
    For England she has a heart of oak
    And England, 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, oh
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Simon Nicol, David Pegg, Bruce Kenneth Rowland, David Eric Swarbrick.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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