White rose-leaves in my hands,
I toss you all away;
The winds shall blow you through the world
To seek my wedding day.
Or East you go, or West you go
And fall on land or sea,
Find the one that I love best
And bring him here to me.
And if he finds me spinning
‘ Tis short I'll break my thread;
And if he finds me dancing
I'll dance with him instead;
If he finds me at the Mass —
( Ah, let this not be,
Lest I forget my sweetest saint
The while he kneels by me! )