Rose Rose

By: Traditional

As a round, or not

Verse 1

Hey Ho, nobody home. No meat, nor drink, Nor money have I none. Still I will be very merry.

Verse 2

Rose, rose, rose, rose Will I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will, sire At thy will

Verse 3

Ding dong, ding dong Wedding bells on an April morn Carve your name on a moss covered stone On a moss covered stone

Verse 4

Ah poor bird. Take thy flight High above the sorrows Of this sad night.