Long live Love!
'Mambrú lies cold this many a morn.'
Ay, for a rose bush sharp with thorn!
"A little bird is chirping.
Long live Love!
In the withered bush where no more buds blow,
The bird is chirping a note of woe."
A game that I often watched blithe young Granadines playing under the gray shadow of Alhambra walls, seems to be a Spanish version of "London Bridge is Falling Down." Two children are chosen to be Rose and Pink. These form an arch with their uplifted arms, through which run the other children in a line, headed by the Mother. A musical dialogue is maintained throughout.
"Rose and Pink.
To the viper of love, that hides in flowers,