I Wish My Love Was a Red, Red Rose

I wish my love was a red, red rose growing in yon garden fair
And I to be the gardener, of her I would take care
There’s not a month throughout the year, that my love I’d renew
I’d garnish her with flowers fresh, Sweet William, Thyme and Rue

I wish I was a butterfly, I’d light on my love’s breast
And if I was a blue cuckoo, I’d sing my love to rest
And if I was a nightingale, I’d sing the daylight clear
I’d sit and sing for you, Molly, for once I loved you dear

I wish I was in Dublin town and seated on the grass
In my right hand, a jug of punch, and on my knee, a lass
I’d call for liquor freely and I’d pay before I’d go
I’d roll my Molly in my arms, let the wind blow high or low

What’s This?

Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School is one folk musician's effort to document, honor and share a collection of folk songs I love and my personal history with them through research, essays, and performance. Read the essays here and watch this site for future performances.

What’s New?

Tara McGovern and I, joined by uilleann piper Jon Cooper, have completed the album version of Folk Songs You Never Sang in Grade School. Our CD release party is scheduled for July 8, 2017, at Uptown Bill's Coffee House, 730 S. Dubuque St., Iowa City. The show starts at 7:00 p.m. For a taste of the CD listen to "Let No Man Steal Your Thyme" and "I Ride an Old Paint" with "Midnight on the Water."

I Ride an Old Paint/Midnight on the Water
Let No Man Steal Your Thyme