Rosebud In June

It's a rosebud in june, and the violets in full bloom

And the small birds singing love songs on each spray

We'll dance and we'll sing love, we'll dance in a ring love

As each lad takes his lass all on the green grass

And it's all to plough love, where those fat oxen graze low

And the lads and their lasses to the sheep shearing go

And when we have sheared our jolly, jolly sheep

What joys can be greater than to talk of their increase

We'll dance and we'll sing love, we'll dance in a ring love

As each lad takes his lass all on the green grass

And it's all to plough love, where those wild oxen graze low

And the lads and their lasses to the sheep shearing go

Here's the hogs and the rams, here's the yews and the lambs

And here's the fat whether, to complete our fine show

We'll dance and we'll sing love, we'll dance in a ring love

As each lad takes his lass all on the green grass

And it's all to plough love, where those sad oxen graze low

And the lads and their lasses to the sheep shearing go