(A Red Rose ( to whom she knows her self
O, my love is like a red , red rose, Thats newly sprung in June. O, my love is like the melody, Thats sweetly played in tune. As fair art though, my bonny lass, So… (A Red Rose ( to whom she knows her self
O, my love is like a red , red rose, Thats newly sprung in June. O, my love is like the melody, Thats sweetly played in tune. As fair art though, my bonny lass, So… (A Red Rose ( to whom she knows her self