Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at they will, sire,
At thy will.

(This can be sung along with three other rounds):

Ah, Poor bird
Take thy flight
High above the sorrows
of this sad, sad, night.


Oh, sweet love
Loves thou me
Then quickly come and save me
Who dies for thee.


Hey, ho nobody home
Meat nor drink
Nor money have I none
Still I will be very merry
Hey, ho nobody home


Good listening skills


Hold onto a tune!
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Submitted by: Marilyn Simmonds-Cole, (Camp Director & Creativity Diva - CreatiVe Intentions Kids' Camp)

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