Rosie Rosie, sweet little Rosie,
sitting in the corner
looking far from cosy.
No ribbon in her hair,
no shoe's upon her feet.
How on earth,
does she walk down the street.
Rosie Rosie, dear little Rosie
who keeps her head above water.
Everyone knows,
she must be someones daughter.
Will someone come and claim her
Rosie Rosie charming little Rosie
Who sits in the corner'
selling flowers by the posy.
The winter has come,
and there is no work, for shivering Rosie.
She walkes the streets,
just to find a place that's cosy.
It's time to lay down,
Oh poor little Rosie
In the warmth of his arms,
The Lord has made her cosy.
Oh Rosie Rosie, sweet little Angel Rosie
You, re now in Heaven,
with The Lord at your side,
Rosie Rosie, in Heaven so cosy
sylvia spencer
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