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1. Napoleon Bonaparte (continued)

   

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   Moscow was ablazing so he lost the bonny bunch of roses oh.

   Then up steps young Napoleon takes his mother by the hand
   Saying mother dear have patience till I'm able to command
   Then I will take an army and the tremendous dangers I will go
   I will conquer Moscow and return with the bonny bunch of roses oh.

   Oh son don't speak so venturesome for in England there are hearts of oak,
   There are England, Ireland and Scotland whose unity was never broke
   Oh son think on thy father on the Isle of St. Helena his body lies low
   And now you are going to follow after him so beware of the bonny bunch of roses oh.

   Now do believe me dearest mother I lie on my dying bed
   I f I lived I would be clever but now I must lay down my youthful head,
   But whilst our bodies lie mouldering, and weeping willows over our bodies grow

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Cáitlín Seóige

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Scrahallia, Co. Galway

   Informant

   John Joyce

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   56

   Address

   Derrysillagh, Co. Galway