Under Rose Arches to Rose Town—

Rose Town on the top of the hill;

For the Summer wind blows and music goes,

And the violins sound shrill.

Twist and twine Roses and Lilies,

And little leaves green,

Fit for a queen;

Twist and twine Roses and Lilies.

Oh, Roses shall be for her carpet,

And her curtains of Roses so fair;

And a Rosy crown, while far adown

Floats her long golden hair.

Twist and twine Roses and Lilies,

And all the bells ring,

And all the people sing;

Twist and twine Roses and Lilies.