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.