"In the great court of thy small dwelling,
My dear rose, what doest thou?"
"I cook my pullets; my heart I'm telling
My love for his supper will come but now."
"In the great court of thy small dwelling,
My dear rose, what doest thou?"
"I trim my dress; my heart I'm telling
My love will be coming with shining brow,"
"In the great court of thy small dwelling,
My dear rose, what doest thou?"