Red Rosy Bush



Go dig up that red rosy bush

Stands by the willow tree.

And it will show to the wide world around

That she's forsaken me.



Go show me the crow that is so black

It surely will turn white.

If I forsake the darling girl I love

The day will turn to night.



Oh, it's hard to love and can't be loved,

It's hard to change your mind.

You broken up the heart of many a poor boy,

But you never will break up mine.



I'll take my knapsack on my back,

And a parasol (parcel) in my hand.

I will travel this wide world over,

Until I find some better a land.



Till I find some better a land, my little love,

Till I find some better a land.

I will travel this wide world, my love,

Till I find some better a land.



Oh, it's who will shoe your pretty little foot,

And who will glove your hand?

Or who will kiss those red rosy cheeks

When I'm in a foreign land?



When I'm in a foreign land, my little love,

When I'm in a foreign land,

Oh, who will kiss those red rosy cheeks

When I'm in a foreign land?



My papa will shoe my little foot,

My mama will glove my hand,

And you may kiss my red rosy cheeks

When you return from the foreign land.



When you return from the foreign land, my little love,

When you return from the foreign land.

And you may kiss my red rosy cheeks

When you return from the foreign land.



Oh I wish I'd died when I were young,

Or never had been born,

Before I seen those red rosy cheeks,

And heard that flattering tongue.



From Frank Warner, Collected from Lee Presnell, TN 1951

Note: Yet another turtle dove, with some Annie of Loch Royal

tossed in. I never encountered a version of either song that

wasn't a good one. Doesn't seem to be a close relation of the

Red Rosy Bush that Jo Stafford once recorded. RG

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