I have a few different verses we would always sing in our S.C.A. (Society for Creative Anachronism) medieval recreation group...

ROSE

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

Rose, rose, rose, rose,
When shall we meet again?
When the nights are cold and lonely,
We shall meet again.

Rose, rose, rose white,
Will you be my lover tonight?
I will love thee at thy will, sire,
At thy will.

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

Come, come, everyone, come.
Join us in our happy home.
We celebrate the birth of a son,
Our first-born son.

Gloom, gloom, sadness and doom,
My rose took ill at the harvest moon.
Chills and fever tortured her so. Lord,
Why my rose...

Ding dong, ding dong,
Funeral bells on a September morn.
Rose o rose is dead and gone, sire,
Dead and gone.

Enjoy!
Lady Jayne