My Rose She Died

My Rose She Died

My Rose she died.
She died for her love.
Her lover he died for sorrow.
They buried them both
In the churchyard
In graves both deep and narrow.
And up from hers'n
There grew a rose.
And up from his'n a briar.
They clumbed and clumbed
Up the church tower.
The red rose and the briar.

Courtesy of the Girl Scouts, San Diego-Imperial Council.