Out of the sunny field they passed
And sought the leafy shade;
A farmer's boy with laughing lips,
A barefoot village maid.
Her lips were blue with blackberries,
Her finger-tips were red;
And "What shall take the stain away
This day at all?" she said.
He's pulled the rose from out his coat,
And it was fully blown;
He's heard the song the linnet sang,
And they were all alone.
It was a white rose took the stain
From her dainty finger-tips;
But, O, it was a redder flower
Grew purple at her lips.
