| AKA | Just a rose in a garden of weeds |
| First Published | 1925 |
| Writer/composer | R.B. Saxe & Reed Stampa | Roud | RN13303 |
| Music Hall Performers | |
| Folk performances | Collected from the singing of: Poacher, Cyril; England: Suffolk; 1974 |
From Sheet Music published by Worton David Ltd A Rose in a Garden of Weeds by R.B. Saxe & Reed Stampa Down in the devil's own garden, ‘Midst all the weeds on the ground, ‘Twas there in the gloom, I found a sweet bloom, That was shedding it's perfume all around. Just a rose in a garden of weeds, No-one knows why they planted you there, Although you're alone, How sweet you have grown, With no-one to tend you or care. Never mind little rose, never mind, Though you're lonely and nobody heeds, When the night sheds its dew, It's a tear shed for you, Just a rose in a garden of weeds. Sleep little rose till tomorrow. Though night seems dreary to you When the day brings the dawn You'll wake with the morn To find a new sun smiling through.
A ballad written in the mid-1920s, later sung by Vera Lynn and many others. I wouldn’t really classify it as a music hall song – it was first marketed as a song to be sung in the pantomimes in the 1925/26 season, described “an ideal Fairy Queen song”.It was later arranged for dance bands as a waltz.
It featured in the repertoire of Cyril Poacher, one of the famed traditional pub singers of Suffolk. He was recorded singing it in 1974 at The Ship Inn in Blaxhall
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Last Updated on December 19, 2023 by John Baxter | Published: December 8, 2023
