I have but one rose in the world,
And my one rose stands a-drooping:
Oh, when my single rose is dead
There'll be but thorns for stooping

Rosy maiden Winifred,

With a milkpail on her head,

Tripping through the corn,

While the dew lies on the wheat

In the sunny morn.

Scarlet shepherd's-weatherglass

Spreads wide open at her feet
As they pass;

Cornflowers give their almond smell
While she brushes by,

And a lark sings from the sky
"All is well."

When the cows come home the milk is coming
Honey's made while the bees are humming;
Duck and drake on the rushy lake,

And the deer live safe in the breezy brake;
And timid, funny, brisk little bunny,
Winks his nose and sits all sunny.

Roses blushing red and white,
For delight;

Honeysuckle wreaths above,
For love;

Dim sweet-scented heliotrope,

For hope;

Shining lilies tall and straight,
For royal state;
Dusky pansies, let them be

For memory;