Rose Red Rose Ольга Арефьева

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