Four Roses For My Baby
Two whisky for my dinner
Three Guinness for my gold
Four roses for my baby
As i sit here growing old
Some songs for the silver
A singers for the song
One hand for applause
And a softly sing-along
Four roses for my baby
And that was all she got
To tell her who I am
And to tell her what i'm not
I will send a letter
To tell her where I am
If I find the money
I will send a telegram
A Guinness for my morning
Some whisky for my night
Four roses for my baby
To make my future bright
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