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17.—THE SEEDS OF LOVE.
1 I sowed the seeds of love,
I sowed them in the spring : I gathered them up in the morning so soon, While small birds did sweetly sing.
2 My garden was planted well
With flowers everywhere, But I had not the liberty then for to choose The flower that I lov-ed dear.
3 The gardener standing by,
I ask-ed to choose for me; He chose me the Violet, the Lily, and the Pink, But these I refus-ed all three.
4 The Violet 1 did not like
Because it fades so soon ; The Lily and the Pink I then did overthink, And vow-ed I'd stay till June.
5 In June is a red, red Rose,
And that is the flower for me, I'll pluck it and think that no Lily nor Pink Can match with the bud on that tree.
6 The gardener standing by,
He bid me take great care ; For that under the blossom and under the leaves Is a thorn that will wound and tear.
7 Of Hyssop I'll take a spray,
No other flowers I'll touch; That all in the world may both see and may say, That I lov-ed one flower too much. |
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