Sweet William |
It's often I sat on my true love's knee And many a fond tale he told me He told me things that never shall be Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. Chorus: The rose is red, the grass is green The days are past that I have seen And there is another where I have been Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. | 2. I wish I was where I love best Close in them arms I would embrace The door should be locked and the key in the chest Sweet William's a-mourning among the rush. Chorus:
3. I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
4. I'll dye my petticoats crimson red |