Rose Red Rose

Rose, rose, rose red Shall I ever see thee wed? I will marry at thy will, sir When I am dead Mother, Father, dig my grave Dig it with a golden spade Bring some friends and a mourning dove To show I died for love Dig my grave Both wide and deep Put a marble stone a't my Head and feet In the middle of my grave Put a turtledove To show to the world that I Died for love Rose, rose, rose red Will I ever see thee wed? I will marry you", she said When thou art dead Ding dong, ding dong Wedding bells on an April morn Carve her nаme on a stone Moss-covered stone Gloom, sadness and doom My Rose fell ill' at the harvest moon Chills and fever tortured her so my love You died too soon Ding dong ding dong Funeral bells on a cold December morn Rose my love is dead and gone Is dead and gone Rose, rose, rose, red When will we meet again? When the nights are cold and lonely We shall meet again