The Queen's Six - The Last Rose of Summer (Arr. Alexander L'Estrange)

'Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming 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.

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 the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love's shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Ireland (text by Thomas Moore), arr. Alexander L'Estrange

Written by:
Alexander L'Estrange

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