(I just realized this is an old page, but oh well!) Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose Will I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will sire, At thy will. I wont be my father's Jack, I wont be my mother's Jill, I will lead a fiddler's life And fiddle at thy will. Ding, dong, ding, dong, Wedding bells on an April morn Carve your name on a moss-covered stone On a moss-covered stone A poor bird, Take thy flight, High above the sorrows, Of this sad night
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