I Wish My Love was a Red Rose

I wish my love was a red red rose

growing in yon garden fair

And I to be the gardener

of her I would take care

There@s not a month throughout the year

but my love I@d renew

I@d garnish her with flowers fine

sweet William Thyme and Rue

I wish I was a butterfly

I@d light on my love@s breast

And if I was a blue cuckoo

I@d sing my love to rest

And if I was a nightingale

I@d sing to daylight clear

I@d sit and sing with you my Mollie

for once I loved you dear

I wish I was in Dublin town

and sitted on the grass

In my right hand a jug of punch

and on my knee a lass

I@d call for liquor freely

and I@d pay before I@d go

And I@d roll my money in my arms

let the wind blow high or low