Go down,
ye blood -laden roses,
Go down, go down.
When I was young at
Warwick
Place
In gardens green and far away
I'd swing my wooden sword and say
Go down, eat wild red roses
Go down, go down
Now winter winds they howl and cry
We play at war until we die
An d never yet have found out why
Go down, eat nutmeg roses
Go down, go down
The general can't be found nowhere,
he's curled away like some old bear.
Like all the rest, he don't much care.
Like all the rest, he don't much care.
When it shall come to judgment day,
To rise and sing your corpse will pray,
But this is all that
God can say,
Go down, ye blood -red roses,
go down, go down.
They say each night, they say each dawn,
it's ending soon, it can 't go on.
The day is set, the plan is drawn,
I tell my friends, but they won't go on.
My tale is told, my song is sung
But till I'm free or shot or hung
I'll sing as once when I was young
Go down ye blood -red roses
Go down ye pints and roses
Go down ye blood -red roses
Go down, go down