| By the margin of the ocean, one summer day in the month of June
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| The feather’d warbling songsters their voices sweetly sang in tune
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| It was there I met a female all overcome with grief and woe
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| Conversing with Napoleon on the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O
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| Then up spoke young Napoleon and he took her by the hand
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| Saying «Mother dear, be patient, and I soon will take command;
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| And I’ll raise a mighty army, and through tremendous dangers go
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| And I’ll conquer all the universe, and I’ll have the Bonny Bunch of Roses, O.»
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| «When first you saw great Bonaparte, you fell upon your bended knee
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| And asked your father’s life of him he granted it most manfully
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| It was then he took an army, and o’er the frozen Alps did go
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| Saying, «I'll conquer Moscow and come back for the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O.»
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| Oh he took a mighty army, princes and dukes were in his train
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| He was so well provided for, enough to sweep the world for gain;
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| But when he came to Moscow, all overpowered by sleet and snow
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| And Moscow was a-blazing, he lost the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O
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| Now son, don’t speak so venturesome, for England has the heart of oak
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| And England, Ireland, Scotland, their unity will ne’er be broke;
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| So remember your father, in Saint Helena he lies low
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| And you will follow after, beware of the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O
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| Adieu, adieu forever, now I bow my youthful head
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| Had I lived I might have been clever, but now I lie on my dying bed
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| And as the waters do flow and the weeping willows over me grow
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| The name of brave Napoleon will enshrine the Bonnie Bunch of Roses, O |