John Wesley Harding - The Bonny Bunch Of Roses Lyrics
By the margin of the oceanOne pleasant evening in the month of juneThe pleasant singing blackbirdHis charming notes to tuneThen I saw a womanAll in great grief and woeConversing with young bonaparteConcerning the bonny bunch of roses, ohAnd then up and spoke the young napoleonAnd he took hold of his mothers handOh mother dear be patientAnd soon I will take commandIll raise a terrible armyAnd through tremendous danger goAnd in spite of all of the universeIll conquer the bonny bunch of roses, ohAnd when first you saw the great napoleonYou fell down on your bended kneeAnd you asked your fathers life of himAnd hes granted it most manfullyThen he took an armyAnd over the frozen alps did goHe said Ill conquer moscowAnd come back for the bonny bunch of roses, ohAnd so hes took three hundred thousand fighting menAnd kings likewise for to join his throngHe was as well provided forEnough to take the whole world alongBut when he came to moscowAll overpowered by driving snowAnd moscow was a-blazingAnd he lost the bonny bunch of roses-oOh my son dont speak so venturesomeFor england she has a heart of oakAnd england and ireland and scotlandTheir unity has never been brokeSo son think on your fatherIn st.helena, his body it lies lowAnd you will follow afterBeware of the bonny bunch of roses, ohAnd its goodbye to my mother foreverFor I am on my dying bedHad I lived I might have been cleverBut now I bow my youthful headAnd while our bodies do molderAnd weeping willows over us do growThe deeds of brave napoleonWill sting the bonny bunch of roses-o
