My Anna is a rose so red!
My lovely bloom is she.
Like swallows’ flight, like blossoms’ flood.
My Anna is like milk and blood,
Like apples on a tree.

The squire has many apple-trees
And roses front and side.
Squire, keep your roses, please!
Squire, keep your apple-trees!
My Anna is my pride!

She is my joy. She is my pride.
She’s all I want forever.
When winds blow during autumn tide,
When apples fall, the rose has died,
I’ll never drop her. Never!

She’s never down. She is no bore.
She’s full of life and fun.
She makes my heart and spirit soar.
She’ll bloom inside forevermore
Until my days are done.