"Kind sir, hae ye seen
my bonnie Rose,"said he,
this tattered man,that
came here to see.
"She was my passion,
my bonnie bride
but was torn away
whilst at my side.
Aye, she is so faire
all hearts she'd won
Kind sir, without her
I am quite undone.
T'was in the blooming
of her dear life
they stormed and took her
because of our strife.
Yea, I hae traveled
far from my home
my journey not ending
whilst I am alone.
No flower could bloom,
so rare, so faire
my bonnie Rose,
canst thou see her there?
My wedding vows ,sir
I'll not forsake
for theres' none could e'er
take her sweet place.
Kind sir, why can't you see
your generous words
would comfort me.
In bloody wars
I've won reward,
but take ye my gold,
I've bound my sword.
Weariness o'er cometh me
forever traveling, I must,
for, its herein my love, she
has laid her sweet trust.
So kind sir, please
canst thou help me,
my bonnie Rose,oh
where canst she be?"
Kay Ekwall©1999 |