A boy saw a little rose standing
Was so young and morning-fair
He ran fast to see it close
Little rose, little rose, little red rose
Boy said: I'll pick you
Little rose on the heath!
Little rose said: I'll prick you
So you'll think of me forever
And I won't allow it
Little rose, little rose, little red rose
And the wild boy broke
The little rose on the heath
Little rose fought back and pricked
Still no pain or woe helped him
Little rose, little rose, little red rose