By the margin of the ocean   One pleasant evening in the month of june   The pleasant singing blackbird   His charming notes to tune   Then I saw a woman   All in great grief and woe   Conversing with young bonaparte   Concerning the bonny bunch of roses, oh      And then up and spoke the young napoleon   And he took hold of his mother's hand   Oh mother dear be patient   And soon I will take command   I'll raise a terrible army   And through tremendous danger go   And in spite of all of the universe   I'll conquer the bonny bunch of roses, oh      And when first you saw the great napoleon   You fell down on your bended knee   And you asked your father's life of him   And he's granted it most manfully   Then he took an army   And over the frozen alps did go   He said I'll conquer moscow   And come back for the bonny bunch of roses, oh      And so he's took three hundred thousand fighting men   And kings likewise for to join his throng   He was as well provided for   Enough to take the whole world along   But when he came to moscow   All overpowered by driving snow   And moscow was a-blazing   And he lost the bonny bunch of roses-o      Oh my son don't speak so venturesome   For england she has a heart of oak   And england and ireland and scotland   Their unity has never been broke   So son think on your father   In st.helena, his body it lies low   And you will follow after   Beware of the bonny bunch of roses, oh      And it's goodbye to my mother forever   For I am on my dying bed   Had I lived I might have been clever   But now I bow my youthful head   And while our bodies do molder   And weeping willows over us do grow   The deeds of brave napoleon   Will sting the bonny bunch of roses-o