Rose, rose, rose red,
Shall I ever see thee wed?
Aye, shall I marry at thy will,
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 at 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 name on a moss-covered stone,
On a moss-covered stone.

Gloom, gloom, sadness and doom,
My Rose fell ill at the harvest moon.
Chills and fever tortured her so.
Rose 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.