Bonny Bunch of Roses

A young man sat on his mother's knee
And he gripped his mother by the hand
Saying, "Mother, I'll rise in the morning
I'll soon be able to command"

"Son, think on your father
In St Helena, where his body lies low
You soon shall follow after
Beware of the bonny bunch of roses, oh
His roses, oh"

"Son, don't talk so venturesome
For England is the heart of oak
It's England and Ireland and Scotland and the universe
Their unity shall ne'r be broke"

"And when he came near old Moscow town
He was over-covered by the grieven snow
Moscow was a blazing
So he lost all his bonny bunch of roses, oh
His roses, oh"