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Hear my voice and listen well,
and a story I will tell:
How duty brought a broken heart
and why a love so
strong must fall apart
She was lovely, she was fine,
daughter of a royal line,
He, no equal, but for them
it mattered little for they were in love
Rose of England,
sweet and fair,
shining with the sun,
Rose of England
have a care for where the thorn
is there the blood will run
Oh my heart,
oh my heart.
Through the summer days and nights,
stolen kisses and delights
Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams
with all emotions that true love can bring.
But black of mourning came one day
when her sister passed away
And many said on bended knee,
she has gone and you must be our Queen.
Rose of England,
sweet and fair,
shining with the sun,
Rose of England have a care,
for where the thorn is there
the blood will run.
Oh my heart,
oh my heart.
To the abbey she did ride,
with her lover by her side,
When they heard the church bells ring
she was Queen
And one day, he'd be King.
But men of malice, men of hate,
protesting to her chambers came:
"A foreign prince will have your hand
for he'll bring peace and riches to our land."
She said:
"Do you tell me that I cannot wed the one I love?
Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart?"
Oooooooohhh
And so with heavy weight of life
she kissed her lover one last time:
"This land I wed, and no man comes,
for if I cannot have you I'll have None."
Rose of England,
sweet and fair,
shining with the sun,
Rose of England have a care for
where the thorn is there the blood will run.
Oh my heart,
oh my heart.
Ooooohhhhh.