"Will you give that rose to me?"
"That's the flower, of love," said she,
"I'll not give this rose to thee,
On the road, to London."
"I have got a love, and he,
Is a good heart, true to me,
'Tis for him, this rose you see,
On the road, to London."
"Where is now, that love?" asked he,
"He's away from me," cried she,