Red roses Are quite beautiful In rows of ten Or more How they grow to be so wonderful? Now that’s a secret I cannot tell For you will find The roses were not always red
Red roses Are quite beautiful In rows of ten Or more Why ten you ask? Why that is a secret I cannot tell For the lord will have me held For my sins
Red roses Aren’t they beautiful? Growing beside Ten rows of men All dead But will they still have blood to shed To turn my roses red?
