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