"rose of england"
hear my voice and listen well, and a story i will tell,
how duty brought a broken heart, and why a love so strong
must fall apart;
she was lovely, she was fine, daughter of a royal line,
he, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love;
rose of england, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
rose of england, have a care, for where the thorn is,
there the blood will run;
oh my heart, oh my heart;
through the summer days and nights, stolen kisses and delights
would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotions
that true love can bring;
but black of mourning came one day, when her sister passed away,
and many said on bended knee, she has gone, and you must be our queen;
rose of england, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
rose of england, have a care, for where the thorn is,
there the blood will run;
oh my heart, oh my heart;
to the abbey she did ride, with her lover by her side,
when they heard the church bells ring, she was queen
and one day, he'd be king;
but men of malice, men of hate, protesting to her chambers came,
"a foreign prince will have your hand, for he'll bring peace
and riches to our land;"
she said, "do you tell me that i cannot wed the one i love?
do you tell me that i am not mistress of my heart?"
and so with heavy weight of life she kissed her lover one last time,
"this land i wed, and no man comes, for if i cannot have you, i'll have
none;"
rose of england, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
rose of england have a care, for where the thorn is,
there the blood will run;
oh my heart, oh my heart.
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