A Button-hole Bouquet - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
A BUTTON-HOLE BOUQUET. Copyright, 1886, by T. B. Harms & Co. 
I know a little maiden who is all the world to me. Every evening just at twilight, ere the droning honey-bee has sipped the fragrant sweetness from the dew-bespangled flower, She meets me at the trysting place, the honey-suckle bower. Her eyes are like the turquoise, or ultra-marine blue, Her lips are like the strawberry, she wears a dainty shoe, She nestles to me closer than the fragrance to mown hay, As she naively pins upon my coat a button-hole bouquet. 
Chorus. Daffodils, roses, pansies, sweet posies, Hyacinths rivaling heaven's own day; Mignonette, clover, dew-sprinkled over. Are gathered by my darling for a button-hole bouquet. 
Where the oriole is singing ere the golden sun goes down. Ere the whip-poor-will is singing oft I stole outside of town, Where the violet is pearling, I would seek the sheltered spot. She's sure to be there waiting like a sweet forget-me-not; How they thrill me, those caresses, none but I can ever know, While her shimmering golden tresses float across my throbbing brow, Heart to heart is beating wildly, eye to eye that seems to say: Don't forget to-morrow evening, here's a button-hole bouquet.-Chorus.