Eerste lied:
Ah, poor bird, take thy flight;
Up above the sorrows of this sad night.
Ah, poor bird, why art thou
singing in the shadows at this dark hour?

Tweede lied:
Hey, ho, nobody at home?
Meat, nor drink, nor money have I none.
Yet will I be merry, hey, ho, ho!

Derde lied:
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 my name on a moss covered stone, on a moss covered stone.
Ding-dong, ding-dong, funeral bells on a September morn,
Rose, oh Rose, is dead and gone, sire, dead and gone.