Green Grow the Rushes-O

I'll sing you one, O,
Green grow the rushes-O.
What is your one, O?

One is one and all alone and evermore shall be so.
Two, two, the lily-white boys, all dressed up in green, O.
Three, three, the rivals.
Four for the gospel makers.
Five for the symbols at your door.
Six for the six proud walkers.
Seven for the seven stars in the sky.
Eight for the April rainers.
Nine for the nine bright shiners.
Ten for the ten commandments.
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven.
Twelve for the twelve apostles.