| Annie laid her head down in the roses
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| She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
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| In her long brown hair
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| I don’t know, it must have been the roses
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| All I know is I could not leave her there
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| I don’t know, it must have been the roses
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| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
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| I don’t know, maybe it was the roses
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| All I know was I could not leave her there
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| Ten years the waves rolled the
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| Ships home from the sea
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| Thinking well how it may blow
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| In all good company
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| If I tell another what
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| Your own lips told to me
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| Let me lay neath the roses
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| Let my eyes no longer see
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| I don’t know, it must have been the roses
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| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
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| I don’t know, maybe it was the roses
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| All I know was I could not leave her there
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| One pane of glass in the window
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| No one is complaining though
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| Come in and shut the door
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| Faded is the crimson from the
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| Ribbons that she wore
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| And it’s strange how no one
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| Comes round anymore
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| I don’t know, it must have been the roses
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| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
|
| I don’t know, maybe it was the roses
|
| All I know was I could not leave her there
|
| Annie laid her head down in the roses
|
| She had ribbons, ribbons, ribbons
|
| In her long brown hair
|
| I don’t know, it must have been the roses
|
| All I know is I could not leave her there
|
| I don’t know, it must have been the roses
|
| The roses or the ribbons in her long brown hair
|
| I don’t know, maybe it was the roses
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| All I know was I could not leave her there |