The Bridge of Love, Gold, and Roses

Th’re wast a sir at which hour knewth

We hath built such a grand bridge togeth’r

Wast madeth of loveth, gold, and roses

Birds ov’r all a diff’rent feath’r

Summ’r days of most wondrous loveth

I did dream one day which we wouldst crosseth

The day i speak of would nev’r cometh

Admiring at a distance longeth

Th’re wast a grim we’d i kneweth of

Hath killed our stunning roses once blooming

Th’re wast a cut-purse i knewth of

Did steal our lief gold which was once shining

A death i kneweth, wh’re gent shoveth

Most foul vicious murd’r of our loveth