"Fair rose, Fair rose,
How I admire thee.
How if I could, I would pick ye.
But the gardner high, and the bee low,
Would spite me.
For your beauty is forbidden,
And admiration ridden.
A gate around you,
And cuffs around me.
How could this be?"
How I admire thee.
How if I could, I would pick ye.
But the gardner high, and the bee low,
Would spite me.
For your beauty is forbidden,
And admiration ridden.
A gate around you,
And cuffs around me.
How could this be?"
