Oh! the little pink rose.
Peeping gently from under the bud
Peering at the morning sun shyly
Kissing the morning a gentle endearing kiss
The pink little rose.

Soft
Delicate
Sweet smelling
The pink little rose.

Oh the pink little rose.
Little brown thorns
Little green shy leaves
Thin frail green stem
Stretching out to touch the morning sun.

Soft
Delicate
Sweet smelling
The pink little rose.

Oh! the pink little rose.
I can’t wait to pick you.
To put you in a vase
By my bed side
Two weeks is a long time.
And waiting is not my virtue.

Soft
Delicate
Sweet smelling
The pink little rose.

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