the rose of Kelvingrove

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I sang a song to her
the morning that she died
it seemed a common day
but she wanted me by her side

I know now she had seen
the darkness coming down
I suppose that’s why she asked me
not to leave her alone

she moved through the fair
was the song I sang to her
and it was the last song
I would sing for my dear

please put on my air she said
you know the one I love
I will I said and played
the Rose of Kelvingrove

pipers’ airs are sad airs
and the saddest is the Rose
as it played she went away
and sadly her eyes I closed

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you can also listen to a musical version of this poem.

 

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