The Ballad Of Rosalie

There came a knight to the river-side - Ah, Rosalie! With his false cousin at his side - Ah, Rosalie! And o'er the ford he fain would ride To see his bride, fair Rosalie! His cousin rode with purpose fell - Ah, Rosalie! For oh! He loved the bride full well - Ah, Rosalie! And his envy was deep as the flames of hell. Alas, alas for Rosalie! Amid the stream they spurred amain - Ah, Rosalie! The false, false traitor knew his gain - Ah, Rosalie! And seized her true knight's bridle-rein. Alas, alas for Rosalie! The stream runs deep and the stream is wide - Ah, Rosalie! Where from the ford he reels aside - Ah, Rosalie! And never again he'll see his bride. Alas, alas for Roalie! She came at sunset to the ford - Ah, Rosalie! Where the stream runs deep and the stream is wide - Ah, Rosalie! And there she saw her own true lord. Alas, alas for Rosalie! She laid her down upon the strand - Ah, Rosalie! And reached and caught him by the hand - Ah, Rosalie! And drew his body to the land. Alas, alas for Rosalie! She combed his locks of ruddy gold, - Ah, Rosalie! She kissed his cheeks so lily-cold, - Ah, Rosalie! And lapped him in her mantle's fold: Alas, alas for Rosalie! Of rushes green she made his bed: Ah, Rosalie! With sweetest flowers beneath his head - Ah, Rosalie! And crooned sad dirges o'er her dead. Alas, alas for Rosalie! They could not draw the maid away: - Ah, Rosalie! She watched beside him night and day: - Ah, Rosalie! And to herself would softly say, 'Alas, alas for Rosalie!' Upon the ground she made her bed - Ah, Rosalie! And strewed his couch with roses red - Ah, Rosalie! Till by his side they found her dead. Alas, alas for Rosalie!