I’d’ pluck a fair rose for my love;
I’d’ pluck a red rose blowing.
Love’s in my heart a-trying so to prove
What youre heart’s knowing.

I’d’ pluck a finger on a thorn,
I’d’ pluck a finger bleeding.
Red is my heart a-wounded and forlorn
And your heart needing.

I’d’ hold a finger to my tongue,
I’d hold a finger waiting.
My heart is sore until it joins in song
Wi’ your heart mating.