Traditional |
Sweet William |
It's often I sat on my true love's knee And many a fond tale he told me He told me things that never shall be Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. Chorus: The rose is red, the grass is green The days are past that I have seen And there is another where I have been Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. I wish I was where I love best Close in them arms I would embrace The door should be locked and the key in the chest Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. Chorus: The rose is red, the grass is green The days are past that I have seen And there is another where I have been Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. I wish, I wish, I wish in vain Wish I was a maid again Then my parents would not complain Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. Chorus: The rose is red, the grass is green The days are past that I have seen And there is another where I have been Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. I'll dye my petticoats crimson red Through the world I'll beg my bread When he comes back he'll think I'm dead Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. Chorus: The rose is red, the grass is green The days are past that I have seen And there is another where I have been Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. |
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