On voit s'ouvrir les fleurs que garde
Le jardin pour dernier trésor.
Le dalhia met sa cocarde
Et le souci sa toque d'or.
My Pretty Rose Tree
A flower was offered to me,
Such a flower as May never bore;
But I said "I've a pretty rose tree,"
And I passed the sweet flower o'er.
Then I went to my pretty rose tree,
To tend her by day and by night;
But my rose turned away with jealousy,
And her thorns were my only delight.