MY PRETTY ROSE TREEA 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.
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.