I'd Pluck a Fair Rose [The Chamber Orchestra of London, Eleanor Tomlinson]
I’d’ pluck a fair rose for my love; I’d’ pluck a red rose blowing. Love’s in my heart a-trying so to prove What your heart’s knowing. I’d’ pluck a finger on a thorn, I’d’ pluck a finger bleeding. Red is my heart a-wounded and forlorn And your heart needing. I’d’ hold a finger to my tongue, I’d’ hold a finger waiting. My heart is sore until it joins in song Wi’ your heart mating.