Beds of roses (1)/The beds of roses

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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 fit 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 would sooner go to play,
Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

If I had ten thousand bright guineas laid in store,
I would give it all to the girl I do adore,
I would give it all, and twice as much more,
And a chariot of gold for to ride in.

No nymph on the plain with my love can compare,
With a comb set with diamonds I’ll plait up her hair;
Of all love enjoyments, my love she shall share,
Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

No creature on earth is so happy as me,
While my charming young girl is set on my knee,
A smile or a kiss brings fresh pleasure to me,
Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

My daddy may fret and my mammy may frown,
For to walk with my true love I’ll venture alone,
Fall lock’d in my arms, all one love we will own,
Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

If ever I marry, I’ll marry in May,
When the flow’rs are springing, delightful and gay,
Then my true love and I will dance, sing and play,
Down amongst the bonny Beds of Roses.

Then away to the church we will walk with an air,
Kind Hymen proclaim 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 cuckow sand cuckow, you’re welcome here again
And I pray you stay among the green bushes.

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