It was on that day
the 3rd of March
With the sun shining brightly
When little Rosa sang
she was but three
and quite happily
carried on her song
As she was singing
She did not hear
The man about
To ruin the mornings cheer
And all at once
the singing stopped
Replaced by the sound of a scream
And as little Rosa May lay dieing
The man who killed her laughed
