about a rose I did talk
A blushing shade of pink I do declare
and a stem of life so slender so bare
A lime transparent shade of green
leaves so crisp, watered in dew barely seen
A perfume of life full of love
pulsates from the head above
Grey skies above shade the rose
and torquoise beads of rain it knows
The rose of Lancashire it may seem
nay lad this rose is my queen
A fine young bud name Jacqueline
In a land so cold it is unseen
the young bud blossoms in my hand
and shines through the valley of this Manchester land
Shimmering the hills and bracing the town
if there is never a day with her I'll feel down
