Hear my voice and listen well, and a story I will tell,
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How duty brought a broken heart, and why a love so strong
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Must fall apart;
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She was lovely, she was fine, daughter of a royal line,
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He, no equal, but for them it mattered little for they were in love;
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Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
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Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,
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There the blood will run;
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Oh my heart, oh my heart;
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Through the summer days and nights, stolen kisses and delights
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Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams with all emotions
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That true love can bring;
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But black of mourning came one day, when her sister passed away,
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And many said on bended knee, she has gone, and you must be our Queen;
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Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
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Rose of England, have a care, for where the thorn is,
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There the blood will run;
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Oh my heart, oh my heart;
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To the abbey she did ride, with her lover by her side,
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When they heard the church bells ring, she was Queen
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And one day, he'd be King;
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But men of malice, men of hate, protesting to her chambers came,
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"A foreign prince will have your hand, for he'll bring peace
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And riches to our land;"
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She said, "Do you tell me that I cannot wed the one I love?
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Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart?"
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And so with heavy weight of life she kissed her lover one last time,
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"This land I wed, and no man comes, for if I cannot have you, I'll have
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None;"
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Rose of England, sweet and fair, shining with the sun,
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Rose of England have a care, for where the thorn is,
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There the blood will run;
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Oh my heart, oh my heart.
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Rose Of England
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Chris De Burgh |