Rose

Written By: Unknown
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Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will
Sire, at thy will.

Ding, dong, ding, dong
Wedding bells on a September morn.
Carve your name on a moss covered stone;
On a moss covered stone.

America, America
Shall I tell you how I feel?
You have given me my freedom
And I love you so.