She stooped low to kiss him sweet,
With the high and the lily oh!
He to her heart did a dagger meet,
As the rose was so sweetly blown.40
"Ride on, ride on," cried the serving man,
With the high and the lily oh!
"Methinks your bride she looks wond'rous wan,"
As the rose was so sweetly blown.
"I wish I were on yonder stile,45
With the high and the lily oh!
For there I would sit and bleed awhile,
As the rose was so sweetly blown.
"I wish I were on yonder hill,
With the high and the lily oh!50
There I'd alight and make my will,"
As the rose was so sweetly blown.
"What would you give to your Father dear?"
With the high and the lily oh!
"The gallant steed which doth me bear,"55
As the rose was so sweetly blown.
"What would you give to your Mother dear?"
With the high and the lily oh!
"My wedding shift which I do wear,
As the rose was so sweetly blown.60
"But she must wash it very clean,
With the high and the lily oh!
For my heart's blood sticks in every seam,"
As the rose was so sweetly blown.
"What would you give to your sister Anne?"65
With the high and the lily oh!
"My gay gold ring, and my feathered fan,"
As the rose was so sweetly blown.
"What would you give to your brother John?"