YOUR GARDEN IS PROUD AND PRETTY OH

HOW LONG HAVE YOU TOILED AND PLANTED OH?

YOUR VIOLETS HAVE BLOOMED, YOUR VIOLETS HAVE BLOOMED

YOUR VIOLETS HAVE BLOOMED AND DIED OH

YOUR FRESHWATER SPRING SO SWEET AND PURE

IS CHOKING AND STARTING TO DRY OH

YOUR VIOLETS...

YOUR ORCHARDS OF PEARS AND PEACHES OH

ARE TWISTED AND TORN BY FUNGUS OH

YOUR VIOLETS...

AND THE SOIL WHICH HAS BORN THE SWEETEST FRUIT

IS DUSTY AND CRAWLING WITH SPIDERS OH

YOUR VIOLETS...

YOUR VIOLETS WERE FINEST IN THE LAND

YOUR NEIGHBOURS AND GUESTS THEY SWORE IT SO

YOUR VIOLETS...