The Last Rose of Summer

Verse 1:
‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming all alone,
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred
No rosebud is nigh
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

Verse 2:
I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them;
Thus, kindly I scatter
Thy leaves o’er thy bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

Verse 3:
So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay;
And from love’s shining circle
The gems drop away!
When true hearts are withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Thos. Moore/Irish Air

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