[C]A sober black shawl hides her body[F] entirely,
Touched [C]by the sun and the salt spray of the[Am] sea,
down in the darkness a slim hand so[F] lovely
Carries [C]a rich bunch of red[G] roses for [C]me.
Her petticoat simple and her feet are but bare,
And all that she has is but neat and scanty,
But stars in the deep
of her eyes are exclaiming,
"I carry a rich bunch of red roses for thee."
No arrogant gem sits enthroned on her forehead,
Or swings from a white ear for all men to see,
But jewelled desire
in a bosom so pearly
Carries a rich bunch of red roses for me.