Irish Song Lyrics 
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Bed Of Roses 
She was called a scarlet woman by the people Who would go to church but left me in the street With no parents of my own, I never had a home And an eighteen year old boy has got to eat She found me outside one sunday mornig Begging money from a man I didn't know She took me in and wiped away my childhood A lady of the street this woman Rose 
This bed of Roses that I lay on Where I was taught to be a man This bed of roses where I'm laying Is the only kind of life I'll understand 
She was a handsome woman of thirty-five Who was spoken to in town by very few She managed a late evening business Like most of the town wished they could do And I learned all the things a man should know From a woman not approved of I supose But she died knowing that I really loved her From lifes bramble bush I picked a rose 
Chorus twice & ends Is the only kind of life I'll understand