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?