A boy saw a little rose standing
Was so young and morning-fair
He ran fast to see it close
Little rose, little rose, little red rose
Little rose on the heath!
Little rose said: I'll prick you
So you'll think of me forever
Little rose, little rose, little red rose
The little rose on the heath
Little rose fought back and pricked
Still no pain or woe helped him
Little rose, little rose, little red rose