Rose, rose, rose, rose

Subject: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: ToppTopp
Date: 07 Jul 98 - 10:13 PM

A friend of mine taught me this song, and I am wondering if anyone knows anything about it, and what the tune is.

Thanks,

ToppTopp

Rose, rose, rose, rose, When will i see thee wed? I will marry at thy bedside, And I will.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: dick greenhaus
Date: 08 Jul 98 - 10:57 AM

It's a variation on an old rpond; we have words and music in the database. Search for [Rose, rose

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: Peter Dawson
Date: 08 Jul 98 - 03:15 PM

Good recording on Theresa Doyle's "Dance to Yer Daddy" recording (Maritime Canadian Artist) - a good collection of folk songs for children.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: Kathleen
Date: 09 Jul 98 - 02:11 PM

This song is an old English round about the War of the Roses, but I know different words. Some of the words might not be original, because I learned it through Girl Scouts:

Rose, rose, rose, rose,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire,
At thy will.

Ding, dong, ding, dong
Wedding bells on an April morn,
Carve your name on a moss covered stone,
A moss covered stone.

I think there is another verse, but I can't remember it just now. Questions: [e-mail]

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 2-Sep-02.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: Amy
Date: 09 Jul 98 - 07:58 PM

The song starts

Rose, rose, rose RED will I ever see thee wed I will marry at thy will sire At thy will

I learned it many years ago at the Renaissance Festival where they sing it usually as a round with other stanzas.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: alison
Date: 09 Jul 98 - 08:55 PM

Hi,

there was a thread on this before where people added lots of verses. I'll see if I can find it and refresh it.

Slainte

Alison

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: alison
Date: 09 Jul 98 - 08:57 PM

Hi,

the other thread must have been over a year ago and I couldn't find it. Maybe someone else will have more luck.

Slainte

Alison

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: Joe Offer
Date: 09 Jul 98 - 09:05 PM

Click here for the other thread.
Click here for the lyrics and tune from the database.
-Joe Offer-

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: harpgirl
Date: 10 Jul 98 - 06:20 PM

Kathleen, Do you suppose that Gertrude Stein, in her lovely love poem to Alice, "Sacred Emily" lifted that line from the English round?

"Night town.
Night town a glass.
Color mahogany.
Color mahogany center.
Rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.
Loveliness extreme.
Extra gaiters.
Loveliness extreme.
Sweetest ice cream.
Pages ages page ages page ages.
Wiped. Wiped wire wire.
Sweeter than peachers and pears and cream...".

I do love Gertrude, but it is definitely an acquired taste...harpgirl

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: Joe Offer
Date: 10 Jul 98 - 07:02 PM

Hi, Harpgirl - I always thought Gertrude Stein's line referred to this quote from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet

What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.

-Joe Offer-

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,Koi
Date: 07 Sep 06 - 08:31 PM

Intaresting.

I always thought the lyrics were:

Rose, rose, rose, rose,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire,
When thou art dead.

And to whoever asked, the tune to it is:

C sharp                      | Rose
B                            | Rose
C sharp                      | Rose
G Sharp (first below the C)   | Rose
C sharp                      | Will I
D sharp                      | ever
E                            | see
F sharp to E                  | thee
D Sharp                      | wed
G sharp (first above the C)   | I will
F Sharp                      | Marry
E                            | at
F Sharp to E                  | thy
D Sharp                      | will
G Sharp (first below C)       | sire
C Sharp                      | When
B                            | thou
D Sharp                      | art
C Sharp                      | dead

Hope that helped

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Sep 06 - 08:34 PM

Oh, just saw another thing. I forgot that I don't sing the line "I will marry at thy will sire" like that, I sing it with another word change: "I will marry at thy will sir."

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST
Date: 12 Jan 07 - 11:58 PM

I learned another verse in Girl Scouts a couple of years ago. I think this is how it goes.

Peace peace peace peace
wars will come and wars will cease
We must learn to live together
Peace peace peace

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,Former Scout
Date: 26 Jan 07 - 06:41 AM

The camps for scouts teach three verses:

Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose - will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire, at thy will.

Ding, dong, ding, dong - wedding bells on an April morn.
Carve your name on a moss covered stone, on a moss covered stone.

Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace - wars will end and wars will begin.
I will never fight again, no, never fight again.

To do it in a round with about one hundred people gives the song an eerie quality. There are other verses (because the Renaissance people said so) and it's based off of an old Spanish sailing song.

There, of course, are different interpretations of the songs that have changed over the years. Hope that's all helpful!

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,Seiri Omaar
Date: 26 Jan 07 - 01:42 PM

There's gotta be dozens of versions, Koi. Here's the one I learned from Crucible:
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
Shall I ever see thee wed?
Aye, marry that thou shalt
When thou art dead.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,girlscouter
Date: 18 Dec 07 - 11:25 PM

this is the whole thing that i learned in girl scouts!
   Rose rose rose rose
   Will I ever see thee wed
   I will mary at thy will sire
   At thy will

   Ding dong ding dong
   Wedding Bells on an april morn
   Carver your name on a moss-covered stone
   On a moss covered stone

   Hey ho nobody's home
   No food, nor drink, nor money, have i none
   Still i will be very merry merry
   Hey ho nobody's home

   Thou poor bird
   Take thy flight
   High above the sorrows
   Of this sad night (repeat)

   The wind in the willows
   Sighing like a sokitary soul alone (repeat)

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,kelly.
Date: 09 Aug 08 - 02:07 AM

Here's a couple more we use in scouts in addition to those above.

America, America
Shall I tell you how I fell?
You have given me my freedom.
I love you so.

Girl Scouts, Girl Scouts.
Sisters all around the world.
On my honor to do my duty,
I will try.

Subject: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,Mylovely
Date: 02 Nov 08 - 05:57 PM

Rose, rose, rose, rose,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire,
At thy will.

Ding, dong, ding, dong
Wedding bells on an April morn,
Carve your name on a moss covered stone,
A moss covered stone.

Hey Ho, no body home
Meat, nor drink, nor money have I none,
Still, I will be very merry
Hey ho, no body home

Ah, poor bird
Take thy flight
High above the sarrows
on this sad sad night.


This is the version I learned in High school for Choir. It's a 3 part round... if every ones in tune it sounds awesome!

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: Q
Date: 02 Nov 08 - 07:24 PM

Rose, rose, rose, rose,
Many aphids you have fed,
You are ugly and decrepit
Tu quoque!

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST
Date: 03 Nov 08 - 02:34 PM

here's another version


Peace peace peace peace
wars have been and wars must cease
we must learn to live together
peace peace peace

love love love love
people we are made for love
love you neighbor as thyself
for God is love

Child child child child
will we ever see you grown
we are working for your future
we love you so

dear freinds dear friends
let me tell you how i feel
you have given me such riches
i love you so.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST
Date: 07 Feb 09 - 02:26 PM

Well everybody's put different versions than the one I know, and I like this one if it helps at all:

Rose, Rose, Rose Red
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire
At thy will.

Ding, ding, ding dong
Wedding bells on an April morn
Carve her name on a moss covered stone
A moss covered stone.

Ding, ding, ding dong
Funeral bells on a September morn
Rose my love is dead and gone
She's dead and gone.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,ME
Date: 04 May 09 - 06:26 PM

In Chorus we learned a nicer version of a song

Rose Rose Rose Rose
shall i ever see thee wed

Write thy name on a moss covered stone,
A Moss covered stone .....

If anyone knows an extension can you please let me know at [e-mail]

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST
Date: 01 Jun 09 - 02:57 AM

The way I learned it has four verses, but I know there's probably more out there.


Rose, rose, rose, rose,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will sire,
At thy will.

Ding dong, ding dong,
Wedding Bells on an april morn.
Carve your name in a moss-covered stone,
In a moss covered stone.

Mother, Father, dig my grave,
Dig it with a silver spade.
On it place a turtle-dove,
So that all may know that I died for love

Hey ho nobody's home
No meat, nor drink, nor money, have I none
But still I will be very merry
Hey ho hum.

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST
Date: 20 Jul 09 - 11:09 AM

I learnt the first verse from a friend last year as
Rose rose rose red,
Will I ever see thee wed?
I marry that I will,
When I am dead.

does anyone recognise that?

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: Joe Offer
Date: 21 Jul 09 - 02:20 AM

Hi - I think that's been posted before - see the crosslinked threads listed above. I wonder about it, though. Seems to make more sense if it's

Aye, marry, that I will,
When I am dead.

No?

-Joe-

Subject: RE: Rose, rose, rose, rose
From: GUEST,THECOUNSELORINTRAINING
Date: 23 Jul 10 - 11:27 PM

this is the tweedale version of the song

Rose
Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose
Will I ever see thee wed?
I will marry at thy will, sire
At thy will.

Ding dong, ding dong
Wedding bells on an April morn'
Carve thy name on a moss covered stone
On a moss covered stone.

Hey ho, nobody's home
No drink nor mead nor money have I none
But still I will be very merry
Hey ho, nobody's home

A poor bird, take thy flight
High above the sorrows of this dark night.