Roses are red,
Violets are blue -
Alack-a-day, peace hath fled,
An left was I with bitter rue.

Roses be red, violets be blue -
And forsooth, my brothers' blood doth soak,
Petals and brilliant hue,
And the soft ground in night's cloak.

Roses aren't red,
Violets aren't blue -
'Tis a lie, as one once said,
Anent the moon a' new.

Roses and violets,
Alow thy battle field -
Aye, ended thole of thine pilots,
An' soldier's fate sealed.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue -
Wellaway, all my men art dead,
To heaven's door yede an' flew.

Gramercy for reading!