Proud Margaret stood at her father's doorway As straight as willow wand And by there came a gardener bold With a red rose in his hand, his hand With a red rose in his hand. O you shall have my rose, fair maiden If you'll give your flower to me And among the flowers in your father's garden I'll make a gown for thee, for thee I'll make a gown for thee Your gown shall be sweet smelling thyme Your apron celandine Your petticoat of the camomile 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