Testo I Wish My Love Was A Red, Red Rose

I wish my love was a red, red rose growing on yon garden fair And me to be the gardener, of her I would take care There's not a month throughout the year, but my love I'd renew I'd garnish her with flowers fine, sweet William, Thyme and Rue I wish I was a butterfly, I'd light on my love's breast And if I was a blue cuckoo, I'd sing my love to rest And if I was a nightingale, I'd sing to daylight clear I'd sit and sing for you my Mollie, for once I loved you dear I wish I was in Dublin town, a rolling on the grass In my right hand a jug of punch and on my knee a lass I'd call for liquor freely and I'd pay before I'd go And I'd roll her in my arms, I let the wind blow high or low