John Wall Callcott - Once upon my cheek he said the roses grew - текст песни (слова)

Once upon my cheek
 He said the roses grew,
 
But now they're washed away
 With the cold evening dew.
 

 For I wander through the night,
 When all but me have rest,
 
And the moon's soft beams fall piteously
 Upon my troubled breast.