When I was a maiden fair and young 
I florished in my prime, prime 
Till a proper tall young man came in 
And stole this heart of mine, mine 
And stole this heart of mine

The gardener's son being standing by 
Three gifts he gave to me, me 
The pink, [bad word]  the violet blue 
And the red red rosy tree, tree 
The red red rosy tree [bad word] all you maids wherever you be 
That florish in your prime, prime 
Be wise, beware, keep free from care 
Let no man steel your time, time 
Let no man steel your time

When I was a maiden fair and young 
I florished in my prime, prime 
Till a proper tall young man came in 
And stole this heart of mine, mine 
And stole this heart of mine

The gardener's son being standing by 
Three gifts he gave to me, me 
The pink, [bad word]  the violet blue 
And the red red rosy tree, tree 
The red red rosy tree [bad word] all you maids wherever you be 
That florish in your prime, prime 
Be wise, beware, keep free from care 
Let no man steel your time, time 
Let no man steel your time

When I was a maiden fair and