Allan Tine o' Harrow (1826)/The Beds of Roses

by unknown author

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THE BEDS OF ROSES.

As I was a walking one morning in May,
The small birds were singing delightful and gay,
There with my true love did often sport and play,
Down among the bonny Beds of Roses.

My pretty brown girl come sit on my knee,
For there's none in the world I can fancy but thee
Nor will I ever change my old love for a new,
So my pretty brown girl do not leave me.

My daddy and mammy, they often us'd to say,
That I was a naughty boy and us'd to run away;
If they bid me go to work I wou'd sooner go to play,
Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

Then away to the church we will walk with an air,
Kind Hymen proclaims us to be the happy pair,
Her bosom I'll press, and her chains I will wear,
Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

As I was a walking one morning in the spring,
The Winter going out and the Summer coming in,
The cuckoo sang cuckoo, your welcome here again
And I pray you stay among the green bushes.

 

FINIS.