Rosie Rosie, sweet little Rosie, <br />sitting in the corner <br />looking far from cosy. <br />No ribbon in her hair, <br />no shoe's upon her feet. <br />How on earth, <br />does she walk down the street. <br />Rosie Rosie, dear little Rosie <br />who keeps her head above water. <br />Everyone knows, <br />she must be someones daughter. <br />Will someone come and claim her <br />Rosie Rosie charming little Rosie <br />Who sits in the corner' <br />selling flowers by the posy. <br />The winter has come, <br />and there is no work, for shivering Rosie. <br />She walkes the streets, <br />just to find a place that's cosy. <br />It's time to lay down, <br />Oh poor little Rosie <br />In the warmth of his arms, <br />The Lord has made her cosy. <br />Oh Rosie Rosie, sweet little Angel Rosie <br />You, re now in Heaven, <br />with The Lord at your side, <br />Rosie Rosie, in Heaven so cosy<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rosie-rosie/
