On a cool evening in May
I took my horse and went for a ride
In the highest mountains
Where my brunette used to stroll.
And I saw her pick a rose,
And I saw her pick a carnation,
And I told her, pretty gardener,
Would you give me a rose?
Would you give me a carnation?
And she told me, very shrewdly and gallantly,
I'll give them to you at once,
If you'll swear to me you've never held
Flowers from another woman.
I swear to you you're the first one
From whom I hope to pick flowers
Then, pretty gardener,
Would you give me a rose?
Would you give me a carnation?