And shake the blossom from the bud
O WORDS are lightly spoken,
James Connolly replied,
O plain as plain can be
To be the gardens pride.
Can make a right Rose Tree.
Has withered our Rose Tree;
Or maybe but a wind that blows
Said Pearse to Connolly,
Theres nothing but our own red blood
Maybe a breath of politic words
"When all the wells are parched away?
The Rose Tree
Said Pearse to Connolly,
"But wherecan we draw water,
Across the bitter sea.
And spread on every side,
"To make the green come out again
"It needs to be but watered,
