Poor little Rosaline fell on her head
Opened her eyes and found she was dead.
Rosaline has a lot of friends.
All have met their horrible ends.
Now when Rose comes out to play,
All the children run away.
If your name you hear her call,
Right down dead you will fall.
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Bang Bang, I shot you down
Bang Bang, you hit the ground
Bang Bang, you hit the ground