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Near by the swelling ocean

One morning in the month of June

While feather’d warbling songsters

Their charming notes did sweetly tune

I overheard a lady

Lamenting in sad grief and woe

And talking with young Bonaparte

Concerning the bonny Bunch of Roses, O

Thus spake the young Napoleon

And grasp’d his mother by the hand

«Oh, mother dear have patience

Till I am able to command

I’ll raise a numerous army

And through tremendous dangers go

And in spite of all the universe

I’ll gain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O»

Oh, son, speak not so venturesome

For England is the heart of oak

Of England, Scotland, and Ireland

The unity can ne’er be broke

And think you on your father

In the Island where he now lies low

He is not yet interred in France

So beware of the bonny Bunch of Roses, O

Your father raised great armies

And likewise kings did join the throng

He was so well provided

Enough to sweep the world along

But when he went to Moscow

He was o’erpower’d by drifting snow

And though Moscow was blazing

He lost the bonny Bunch of Roses, O

«Oh, mother, adieu for ever

I am now on my dying bed

If I had liv’d I’d have been brave

But now I droop my youthful head

And when our bones do moulder

And weeping-willows o’er us grow

Its deeds to bold Napoleon

Will stain the bonny Bunch of Roses, O»

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