For a Rose’s Sake
FRENCH FOLK-SONG
I LAVED my handsBy the water-side,With willow leavesMy hands I dried.
The nightingale sangOn the bough of a tree,Sing, sweet nightingale,It is well with thee.
Thou hast heart’s delight,I have sad heart’s sorrow,For a false false maidThat will wed to-morrow.
It is all for a roseThat I gave her not,And I would that it grewIn the garden plot,
And I would the rose-treeWere still to set,That my love MarieMight love me yet!