Convict and the Rose
Betty Chapin / Robert A. King
Within my prison cell so dreary
Alone I sit with weary heart
I'm thinking of my lonely darling
From her forever I must part.
(A rose she sent him as a token)
(She sent it just to light his gloom)
To tell me that her heart is broken
To cheer me fore I meet my doom.
She wrote I took it from the garden
Where once we wandered side by side
But now you hold no hope of pardon
And I can never be your bride.
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(The judge would not believe his story)
(The jury said he had to pay)
Now to the rose and all it's glory
Not guilty is all that I can say.
Goodbye sweetheart for in the morning
I'll meet my Maker and repose
And when I'll go at daylight dawning
Against my heart they'll find your rose...