I fell asleep down by the stream
and there I had the strangest dream
down by Brennanīs Glen there grows
a briar and a rose
Thereīs a tree in the forest
but I donīt know where
I build a nest out of your hair
And climbing up into the air
a briar and a rose
I donīt know how long it has been
but I was born in Brennanīs Glen
and near the end of spring there grows
a briar and a rose
I picked the rose one early morn
but I pricked my finger on a thorn
the yīd grown so close their winding wove
the brair and a rose
I tried to tear them both apart
but I felt a bullet in my heart
and all dressed up in springīs new clothes
the briar and the rose
And when Iīm buried in my grave
tell me so I will know
Your tears will fall to make them grow
the briar and the rose
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