Rose Red

Rose, Rose, Rose red,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire,
At thy will.

Ding dong, ding dong,
Wedding bells on an April morn,
Carve your name on a moss covered stone,
On a moss covered stone.

Ding dong, ding dong,
Funeral bells on a September morn,
Rose, oh Rose is dead and gone, sire,
Dead, and gone.

Mother, Father, dig my grave,
Dig it with a golden spade,
Send two friends and a turtle dove
To say I died for love.