The white rose and the red rose, <br />So sisters two were named, yes, named. <br />The white one was so quiet, <br />The red one laughed and flamed. <br />But different was their doing, yes, <br />When came the time of wooing, yes. <br />The white one turned so red, so red, <br />The red one turned so white. <br /> <br />For him the red one favored, <br />Him father would not bless, not bless. <br />But him the white one favored, <br />He got at once his 'Yes.' <br />The red one now was paling, yes, <br />With sorrow, psalms, and wailing, yes. <br />The white one turned so red, so red, <br />The red one turned so white. <br /> <br />Then father grew so fearful <br />And had to give his 'Yes,' oh, yes! <br />With songs and music cheerful <br />The wedding rang, oh, yes! <br />And soon sprang children rosen, yes, <br />In shoes and little hosen, yes. <br />The red one's, they were white,-and oh, <br />The white one's, they were red.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-white-rose-and-the-red-rose/
