Bunch Of Red Roses

  G                                
A sober black shawl hides her body 
  C
entirely,
G                             
Touched by the sun and the salt 
               Em
spray of the sea,
    G                              
But down in the darkness a slim 
     C
hand so lovely
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G                           D    
Carries a rich bunch of red roses
     G
 for me.

Her petticoat simple and her feet 
are but bare,
And all that she has is but neat and
 scanty,
But stars in the deep of her eyes 
are exclaiming,
"I carry a rich bunch of red roses 
for thee."

No arrogant gem sits enthroned on 
her forehead,
Or swings from a white ear for all 
men to see,
But jewelled desire in a bosom so 
pearly
Carries a rich bunch of red roses 
for me.