I'd Rather Be a Rose

A.W. AUNER, Song: Publisher, Eleventh and Market Sts., Philada.

I’d Rather Be A Rose.

Some wish to be a daisy,
Who are very fond of flowers,
While others praise the violet,
That grows in shady bowers.
But there is one more sweet,
The sweetest flower that grows;
An emblem of affection,
The blooming moss rose,
An emblem of affection,
The blooming moss rose.

The passion flower dies quickly,
While others still bloom on;
Convolvulus she closes
From eve until the morn;
But there is one that blooms,
Alike in night as day;
Oh, would the beauteous flower
Could never know decay;
Oh, would the beauteous flower
Could never decay.

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