原文: The Last Rose of Summer 作詞John Stevenson 作曲Thomas Moore
Tis The last rose of summer, left blooming alone, All her lovely companions are faded and gone; No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh, To reflect back her blushes, or give sigh for sigh.
Ill not leave thee, thou lone one to pineon the stem, Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thouwith them; Thus kindly I scatter, thy leaves oerthat bed, Where thy mates of the garden, lie scentlessand dead.
So soon may I follow, when friendships decay, And from loves shining circle, the gemsdrop away; When true hearts lie withered, and fond onesare flown, Oh!who would inhabit, this bleak world alone.