Red rose, red rose, flower so sweet,
Red, so full of life, red, so true,
Never was there another I could meet,
Like she who is so sweet.
An arrow to the heart,
That angels could paint
A mere tribute of part
Of your real beauty to the eye,
That my heart could
Could never part.

White rose, white rose, flower of delight,
White, the colour of joy, white so pure,
Never was there one so bright,
Like she who is my delight.
And arrow to the mind,
That angels do sing
At a chance they may find
Your beauty in that laugh,
That my mind shall
Seek to find.

Red rose, so pretty, white rose, so dear.
Red, the colour of beauty,
White, that which I want near,
Such a girl so dear.
An arrow to the soul,
Than an angel did bring,
Of that joy I feel of
Your beauty so pure,
That my soul did seem
To hold dear.

Red rose, An arrow for the days I miss you,
And must wait to see you,
White rose, An arrow when you are sad,
And there is no smile to have.
Arrows to my heart, and mind, and soul,
I hope for you to smile,
I wish to hear your laugh,
For the arrows I will hold dear,
Sweet valentine,
I hold for you.