The Bonny Bunch Of Roses Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

By the margin of the ocean 

One pleasant evening in the month of june 

The pleasant singing blackbird 

His charming notes to tune 

Then I saw a woman 

All in great grief and woe 

Conversing with young bonaparte 

Concerning the bonny bunch of roses, oh 

And then up and spoke the young napoleon 

And he took hold of his mother's hand 

Oh mother dear be patient 

And soon I will take command 

I'll raise a terrible army 

And through tremendous danger go 

And in spite of all of the universe 

I'll conquer the bonny bunch of roses, oh 

And when first you saw the great napoleon 

You fell down on your bended knee 

And you asked your father's life of him 

And he's granted it most manfully 

Then he took an army 

And over the frozen alps did go 

He said I'll conquer moscow 

And come back for the bonny bunch of roses, oh 

And so he's took three hundred thousand fighting men 

And kings likewise for to join his throng 

He was as well provided for 

Enough to take the whole world along 

But when he came to moscow 

All overpowered by driving snow 

And moscow was a-blazing 

And he lost the bonny bunch of roses-o 

Oh my son don't speak so venturesome 

For england she has a heart of oak 

And england and ireland and scotland 

Their unity has never been broke 

So son think on your father 

In st.helena, his body it lies low 

And you will follow after 

Beware of the bonny bunch of roses, oh 

And it's goodbye to my mother forever 

For I am on my dying bed 

Had I lived I might have been clever 

But now I bow my youthful head 

And while our bodies do molder 

And weeping willows over us do grow 

The deeds of brave napoleon 

Will sting the bonny bunch of roses-o