Rose
Author Unknown
(These are rounds, and can be sung against one another)
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
Shall I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire,
At thy will.
Hey, ho, nobody home
Meat nor drink nor money have I none,
Yet I shall be merry,
Hey, Ho, nobody home.
Ah poor bird,
Take thy flight
Far above the sorrow
Of this sad night.
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