Rose, Ah Poor Bird, Hey Ho (round)

Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire,
At thy will. 

Ah, poor bird,
Why art thou
Flying in the shadows
At this dark hour? 

Hey, ho, nobody home.
Eat nor drink nor money have I none.
Still I will be very merry.
Hey, ho, nobody home.

Courtesy of the Girl Scouts, San Diego-Imperial Council.