Heather Rose

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Saw a boy a rosie bright
In the heath a rosie;
Clad she was with morning light.
He approached and at her sight
Boy was warm and cozy.
Rosie, rosie, rosy-red,
In the heath the rosie.

Said the boy: I come to pick
In the heath the rosie.
Rosie answered: I will prick
And forever make you sick;
Yes! I shall oppose ye.
Rosie, rosie, rosy-red,
In the heath the rosie.

Wanton boy did roughly pick
In the heath the rosie.
Rosie said: I can yet prick,
Though you 've cut me to the quick,
Though I can't oppose ye.
Rosie, rosie, rosy-red,
In the heath the rosie.

1779, translation by Paul Dyrsen, 1878      


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