Текст песни: The Gardener + перевод

Proud Margret stood at her father’s doorway

As straight as willow wand

And by there came a gardener bold

With red rose in his hand, his hand

With red rose in his hand

You shall have my rose, fair maiden

If you give your flower to me

Among the flowers in your father’s garden

I’ll make a gown for thee, for thee

I’ll make a gown for thee

And it shall be of sweet smelling thyme

Your apron celandine

Your petticoat of the chamomile

Come kiss sweetheart and join, and join

Come kiss sweetheart and join

Your glove shall be of the clover flower

Your shoes of the rue so fine

I’ll line them with the cornflower blue

So join your love with mine, with mine

So join your love with mine

Since you have made a gown for me

Among the summer flowers

So I will make a suit for thee

Among the winter showers, the showers

Among the winter showers

The milk-white snow will be your shirt

That lies your body next

And the night-black rain will be your coat

With the wind gale at your breast, your breast

With the wind gale at your breast

The horse that you shall ride upon

Will be of the wintry grey

And every time that you pass by

I’ll wish you were away, away

I’ll wish you were away

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