A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as may never bore,
But I said, I've a pretty rose tree,
And I passed the sweet flower o 'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree
To tend her by day and by night
But my rose turned away with jealousy
And her thorns were my only delight
And her thorns were my only delight
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as may never bore,
But I said, I've a pretty rose tree,
And I passed the sweet flower o 'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night.
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only de light.
And her thorns were my only delight.
