(Betty Chapin - Robert A. King)

Within my prison cell so dreary
Alone I sit with aching heart
I'm thinking of my lonely darling
From her forever I must part.

A rose she sent me as a token
She sent it just to light my gloom
To tell me that her heart is broken
To cheer me fore I meet my doom.

She wrote I took it from the garden
Where once we wandered side by side
But now you hold no hope of pardon
And I can never be your bride.

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The judge would not believe my story
The jury said I had to pay
But to the rose in all its glory
Not guilty's all that I can say.

Goodbye sweetheart for in the morning
I'll meet my Maker in repose
And when I'll go at daylight's dawning
Against my heart they'll find this rose...