Roses, Senors, roses! br Love is subtly hid br In the fragrant roses, br Blown in gay Madrid. br Roses, Senors, roses! br Look, look, look, and see br Love hanging in the roses, br Like a golden bee! br Ha! ha! shake the roses-- br Hold a palm below; br Shake him from the roses, br Catch the vagrant so! br br High I toss the roses br From my brown palm up; br Like the wine that bubbles br From a golden cup. br Catch the roses, Senors, br Light on finger tips; br He who buys red roses, br Dreams of crimson lips! br Tinkle! my fresh roses, br With the rare dews wet; br Clink! my crisp, red roses, br Like a castanet! br br Roses, Senors, roses, br Come, Hidalgo, buy! br Proudly wait my roses br For thy rose's eye br Be thy rose as stately br As a pacing deer; br Worthy are my roses br To burn behind her ear. br Ha I ha! I can see thee, br Where the fountains foam, br Twining my red roses br In her golden comb! br br Roses, Donnas, roses, br None so fresh as mine, br Pluck'd at rose of morning br By our Lady's shrine. br Those that first I gather'd br Laid I at her feet, br That is why my roses br Still are fresh and sweet. br Roses, Donnas, roses! br Roses waxen fair! br Acolytes my roses, br Censing ladies' pray'r! br br Roses, roses, roses! br Hear the tawny bull br Thund'ring in the circus-- br Buy your arms full.