Sweet is the violet scented pea
Haunted by red legged sable bee
But sweeter far than all to me
Is her I love so dearly
Than perfumed pea or sable bee
The face I love so dearly


Sweet as the hedge row violet blue
Than apple blossoms streaky hue
The black eyed bean flower bleb'd with dew
Is her I love so dearly
Than apple flowers or violets blue
The cheeks I love so dearly


Than woodbines upon branches thin
The clover flower all sweets within
Which pensive bees do gather in
Three times as sweet or nearly
Is the cheek the lip the eye the chin
Of her I love so dearly
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