Hear my voice and listen well, 
And a story I will tell,
How duty brought a broken heart, 
And why a love so strong must fall apart;

She was lovely, she was fine, 
Daughter of a royal line,
He, no equal, but for them
It mattered little for they were in love;

Rose of England, sweet and fair, 
Shining with the sun,
Rose of England, have a care,
For where the thorn is, there the blood [bad word] 

Oh my heart, oh my heart;

Through the summer days and nights,
Stolen kisses and delights
Would thrill their hearts and fill their dreams
With all emotions that [bad word] love can bring;

But black of mourning came one day, 
When her sister passed away,
And many said on bended knee, 
She has gone, and you must be our Queen;

Rose of England, sweet and fair, 
Shining with the sun,
Rose of England, have a care, 
For where the thorn is, there the blood [bad word] 

Oh my heart, oh my heart;

To the abbey she did ride, 
With her lover by her side,
When they heard the church bells ring, 
She was Queen and one day, he'd be King;

But men of malice, men of hate, 
Protesting to her chambers came,
"foreign prince will have your hand, 
For he'll bring peace and riches to our land;"
She said, "Do you tell me that I cannot wed the one I love?
Do you tell me that I am not mistress of my heart?"

And so with heavy weight of life 
She kissed her lover one last time,
"This land I wed, and no [bad word]  
For if I cannot have you, I'll have none"

Rose of England, sweet and fair, 
Shining with the sun,
Rose of England have a care, 
For where the thorn is, there the blood [bad word] 

Oh my heart, oh my heart.