Yesterday I went into the flower shop and I ask-a the man,
‘How mooch you want for-a one red-a rose in da window?’
The flower-a man, he look-a and he say, ‘Two-a shilling each.’
Then I say, ‘I canna pay-a so mooch, mak’ a leetle cheap.’
The flower-a man he say, ‘No cheaper – they’re two-a shilling each.’
I go outside and look-a in da window at the nice-a red-a rose,
And pretty soon a young-a lady come (a beautiful young-a lady)
And she say-a, ‘Oh the pretty red-a rose – How mooch?’
The flower-a man he smile and say-a, ‘Six-a pence each.’
The lady she buy-a one-a red-a rose, and she go away.
I go-a once-a more to da flower-man, I say, ‘Scusa me – Signor,
How mooch you want for one-a red-a rose in da window?’
The flower-a-man, he say, ‘I tell you before, they’re two-a shilling each.’
I say, ‘Mak’ a little cheaper of me Signor, mak’ a leetle cheap?’
The flower-a man he say, ‘No cheaper – two-a shilling each.
What-a for you want-a red-a red-a rose?’
I say, ‘I tell-a you what for I want-a the red-a red-a rose.
I had a leetle girl-a once, and she was just like-a dis (so high)
And because she look-a like dis-a flower, we call-a her ‘Rosa’.
We were so happy together – me, da mamma and-a da leetle Rosa.
But one day-a da mamma she die. Signor.
I bury her quite away in da country and-a leetle Rosa and-a me were left alone.
How I love-a that child. She was such a sweet leetle-a child
And every night when I come-a home from da work
I go da hill-a top. And I say-a, ‘Hello Rosa’
And she say-a from da window up-a high, ‘Hello Papa’
And-a every night Signor, I go that-a way.
But one night just-a like-a always I say, ‘Hello Rosa.’
But there was no ‘Hello Papa.’
She was-a no-a there Signor – she was dead.
I bury my leetle Rosa by da mamma
And I have been all alone.
Signor, I just-a want-a red-a red-a rose
To put on da grave of my leetle-a Rosa.
That is all – Signor that is all.
Scusa me. Signor to take-a so mooch of your time.
Scusa me, Signor, what you say?
The whole bunch-a for nothing?
The whole bunch-a for me for nothing?
Thank-a you (Gratzia) Thank-a you (Gratzia) Signor, thank-a you.’
(Ernest Longstaffe)
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