I sowed the seeds of love, And I sowed them in the spring; I gather'd them up In the morning so soon, |: While the small birds so sweetly sing. :| My garden was planted well With flowers ev'rywhere; And I had not the liberty To choose for myself |: Of the flowers that I love dear. :| The gard'ner was standing by; And I asked him to choose for me. He chose for me the violet, The lily and the pink, |: But those I refused all three. :| |
The violet I did not like, Because it blooms so soon. The lily and the pink I really overthink, |: So I vow'd that I would wait till June. :| In June there was a red rosebud, And that is the flow'r for me. I oftentimes have pluck'd That red rosebud |: Till I gained the willow tree. :| The willow tree will twist And the willow tree will twine. I oftentimes have wish'd I were in that young man's arms |: That once had the heart of rnine. :| |
Come all you false young men, Do not Ieave me here to complain; For the grass that has oftentimes Been trampled under foot, |: Give it time, it will rise up again. :| |
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