I sow'd the seeds of love

I sow'd the seeds of love,

And I sow'd them in the spring;

I gather'd them up in the morning so soon,

When small birds sweetly sing.

My garden was planted well

With flowers ev'ry where,

But I had not the liberty to choose

The flow'r that I lov'd so dear.

The gard'ner standing by,

I asked him to choose for me;

He chose the Violet, the Lily, the Pink,

But these I refused all three.

The Violet I did not like

Because it fades so soon;

The Lily and Pink I did over think

And vow'd I would wait till June.

In June is a red, red Rose;

And that is the flow'r for me;

I'll pluck it and think that no Lily nor Pink

Can match with the bud on that tree.