Lyr Req: The Violets Are Blue and Roses Are Red

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: WhereTheVioletsAreBlue&TheRosesAreRed
From: GUEST,jahooley
Date: 22 Nov 09 - 11:04 AM

Thank you!
That's it!
I recognise so much more of the song from this
Brilliant
He's gonna love this

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: WhereTheVioletsAreBlue&TheRosesAreRed
From: GUEST,999
Date: 21 Nov 09 - 11:29 PM

Please note that the above lyrics were located with a Google of

When I woke up next morning that poultice had spread

NO quotation marks, fyi.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: WhereTheVioletsAreBlue&TheRosesAreRed
From: GUEST
Date: 21 Nov 09 - 11:22 PM

Perhaps a clone would fix the line breaks. Or perhaps not.

Subject: Lyr Add: THE VIOLETS ARE BLUE AND ROSES ARE RED
From: GUEST
Date: 21 Nov 09 - 11:22 PM

THE VIOLETS ARE BLUE AND ROSES ARE RED
written by William Hargreaves (who also wrote Burlington Bertie from Bow)

My sweetheart said to me one night after tea,
You've been a long time in the courting of me,
I don't wish to beg an engagement ring, dear,
But twenty-two carat would prove you're sincere.

Where the violets are blue and the roses are red,
These twenty-two carrots went out of my head,
So I bought her six lovely big turnips instead,
Where the violets are blue and the roses are red.

Out ploughing the fields like the yeomen of old,
It started to rain, I caught a terrible cold,
I went to my bedroom, and when I undressed,
A pretty young nurse started rubbing my chest.

Where the violets are blue and the roses are red,
A lovely big poultice of linseed and bread,
When I woke up next morning that poultice had spread,
Where the violets are blue and the roses are red.

Now, two lovely daughters of old Farmer Green,
Two of the nicest girls I'd ever seen,
So handsome and beautiful and just in their prime,
They were hanging their washing all out on the line.

Where the violets are blue and the roses are red,
Their sweet little nick-nacks so carefully spread,
When I looked at that clothes line, I to myself said,
'Oh, Violet's are blue and Rose's are red!'

Down at my lodging when supper's brought in,
My portion of cheese is cut painfully thin,
I said 'my sight's failing, I can't see my cheese.'
But next night at supper, I felt more at ease.

Where the violets are blue and the roses are red,
She said 'How's your eyesight, now?' 'Better', I said,
'For now I can see my cheese straight through my bread'
Where the violets are blue and the roses are red.

The woman I married had been married before,
She praised her first husband till it made me sore,
Each night after supper, she'd rant and she'd rave,
She made me dress up to visit his grave.

Where the violets are blue and the roses are red,
'Not dead, but just sleeping' was carved at his head,
So I said: 'Wake him up and take him home instead.'
Where the violets are blue and the roses are red.


That is from

http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/cottenhm.htm


Happy Birthday to your dad.

Subject: Lyr Req: WhereTheVioletsAreBlue&TheRosesAreRed
From: GUEST,jahooley
Date: 21 Nov 09 - 11:21 AM

More lyric searching for my Dad's 70th at the end of Dec09.This is only a really small part of a song he sang as a child and we can find/remember no more

"She made me a poultice of linseed and bread
When I woke next morning the poultice had spread
To where the violets are blu hu hue and the roses are red"

(We can remember the tune!)
Any help in finding this song would be great
Thanks