Meav--I wish my love was a red rose
I wish my love was a red, red rose
growing in yon garden fair.
And I to be the gardener,
of her I would take care.
There@s not a month throughout the year,
but my love I@d renew .
I@d garnish her with flowers fine,
sweet William, Thyme and Rue
I wish I was a butterfly,
I@d light on my love@s breast .
And if I was a blue cuckoo,
I@d sing my love to rest.
And if I was a nightingale,
I@d sing to daylight clear.
I@d sit and sing with you my Mollie,
for once I loved you dear.
I wish I was in Dublin town,
and sitted on the grass.
In my right hand a jug of punch,
and on my knee a lass.
I@d call for liquor freely,
and I@d pay before I@d go.
And I@d roll my money in my arms,
let the wind blow high or low .
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