While roses are so red, br While lilies are so white, br Shall a woman exalt her face br Because it gives delight? br She's not so sweet as a rose, br A lily's straighter than she, br And if she were as red or white br She'd be but one of three. br br Whether she flush in love's summer br Or in its winter grow pale, br Whether she flaunt her beauty br Or hide it away in a veil, br Be she red or white, br And stand she erect or bowed, br Time will win the race he runs with her br And hide her away in a shroud.