Classic Poem

Tender flowers! tender flowers!
Fresh, and dripping wet!
Tears of morning's earliest showers
On their faces yet,
Bursting bud, and fuller blossom,
Tender flowers for lady's bosom!

Roses for a maiden's brow,
Red, and ripe, and sweet,
There they'll almost seem to blow
On their native seat;
Maiden, buy my dripping roses,
Bright as those your cheek discloses.

Here are lilies of the valley,
Sweetest odour! they were grown
In a dark and leafy alley,
I discovered it alone;
Ladies! if it be your pleasure,
Buy this bunch of scented treasure.

This can never be resisted,
Ladies! only look at this,
Here are links of Fusia twisted
With the mournful Clematis;
Grief with beauty is contending
In these two flowers' lovely blending.

All the choicest country flowers
In this bunch I've tied,
Woodbine from the cottage bowers,
Harebells from the side
Of hills, and heath from off the mountains,
Bound with moss from brink of fountains.

Ladies, you will not forget
The flower all children love,
The gentle blue-eyed Violet!
Come buy this bunch, and prove
That you, at least, in all your sadness,
Have not forgot your hours of gladness.

And for those that daintier are,
Nosegays I have not forgot,
Look into my basket, where
White Camellias I have got;
Ladies! what can match the brightness
Of that fair flower's perfect whiteness.

Tender flowers! tender flowers!
Fresh, and dripping wet!
Tears of morning's earliest showers
On their faces yet;
Bursting bud, and fuller blossom,
Tender flowers for lady's bosom!

Tender flowers! tender flowers!
Fresh, and dripping wet!
Tears of morning's earliest showers
On their faces yet,
Bursting bud, and fuller blossom,
Tender flowers for lady's bosom!

Roses for a maiden's brow,
Red, and ripe, and sweet,
There they'll almost seem to blow
On their native seat;
Maiden, buy my dripping roses,
Bright as those your cheek discloses.

Here are lilies of the valley,
Sweetest odour! they were grown
In a dark and leafy alley,
I discovered it alone;
Ladies! if it be your pleasure,
Buy this bunch of scented treasure.

This can never be resisted,
Ladies! only look at this,
Here are links of Fusia twisted
With the mournful Clematis;
Grief with beauty is contending
In these two flowers' lovely blending.

All the choicest country flowers
In this bunch I've tied,
Woodbine from the cottage bowers,
Harebells from the side
Of hills, and heath from off the mountains,
Bound with moss from brink of fountains.

Ladies, you will not forget
The flower all children love,
The gentle blue-eyed Violet!
Come buy this bunch, and prove
That you, at least, in all your sadness,
Have not forgot your hours of gladness.

And for those that daintier are,
Nosegays I have not forgot,
Look into my basket, where
White Camellias I have got;
Ladies! what can match the brightness
Of that fair flower's perfect whiteness.

Tender flowers! tender flowers!
Fresh, and dripping wet!
Tears of morning's earliest showers
On their faces yet;
Bursting bud, and fuller blossom,
Tender flowers for lady's bosom!