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Lyrics of The Bonny Bunch of Roses by 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,
It′s deeds to bold Napoleon
Will stain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O."
Writer(s): Dp, Bruce Kenneth Rowland, David Pegg, Simon Nicol, David Eric Swarbrick
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The Bonny Bunch of Roses
Album • 1977 • 9 tracks
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