Vārdi: George Morgan. Convict And The Rose.

Within my prison cell so dreary alone I sit with weary heart
I'm thinking of my lonely darling from her forever I must part
A rose she sent me as a token she sent it just to light my gloom
To tell me that her heart is broken to cheer me fore I meet my doom
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She wrote I took it from the garden where once we wandered side by side
But now you hold no hope of pardon and I can never be your bride
Goodbye sweetheart for in the morning I'll meet my Maker in repose

And when I'll go at daylight's dawning against my heart they'll find the rose