Rosebud In June

It's a rosebud in June and the violet's in full bloom
And the small birds are singing love songs on each spray

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass
And it's oh to plough where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses to sheep shearing go

When we have all sheared our jolly, jolly sheep
What joy can be greater than to talk of their increase

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass
And it's oh to plough where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses to sheep shearing go

For their flesh it is good, it's the best of all food
And their wool it will clothe us and keep our backs from the cold

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass
And it's oh to plough where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses to sheep shearing go

Here's the ewes and the lambs, here's the hogs and the rams
And the fat wethers too they will make a fine show

We'll pipe and we'll sing love
We'll dance in a ring love
When each lad takes his lass
All on the green grass
And it's oh to plough where the fat oxen graze low
And the lads and the lasses to sheep shearing go