1 A rose tree, in full bearing, Had sweet flowers fair to view, One rose beyond comparing, Whose beauty attracted me; But eager for to win it, Lovely, blooming, fresh and gay, I found, a canker in it, And I threw it verry far away.

2 How fine this morning early, Lovely sun-shine, clear, and bright, So late I lov'd you dearly, But now I've lost each fond delight; The clouds seem big with showers, The sunny beams no more are seen, Farewel you happy hours, Your falshood has chang'd the same.