The Man From Snowy River and Other Verses

A Bunch of Roses

Andrew Barton ‘Banjo’ Paterson

ROSES ruddy and roses white,
    What are the joys that my heart discloses?
Sitting alone in the fading light
Memories come to me here to-night
    With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.

Memories come as the daylight fades
    Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;
Flicker and flutter the lights and shades,
And I see the face of a queen of maids
    Whose memory comes with the scent of roses.

Visions arise of a scene of mirth,
    And a ball-room belle that superbly poses—
A queenly woman of queenly worth,
And I am the happiest man on earth
    With a single flower from a bunch of roses.

Only her memory lives to-night—
    God in His wisdom her young life closes;
Over her grave may the turf be light,
Cover her coffin with roses white—
    She was always fond of the big white roses.

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Such are the visions that fade away—
    Man proposes and God disposes;
Look in the glass and I see to-day
Only an old man, worn and grey,
    Bending his head to a bunch of roses.

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