A LITTLE DUTCH GARDEN
I passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden,
Where useful and pretty things grew;
Heartsease and tomatoes, and pinks and potatoes,
And lilies and onions and rue.
I saw in that garden, that little Dutch garden,
A chubby Dutch man with a spade;
And a rosy Dutch frau with a shoe like a scow,
And a flaxen-haired little Dutch maid.
There grew in that garden, that little Dutch garden,
Blue flag flowers lovely and tall;
And early blush roses, and little pink posies,
And Gretchen was fairer than all.
My heart’s in that garden, that little Dutch garden,
It tumbled right in as I passed,
‘Mid ‘wildering mazes of spinach and daisies,
And Gretchen is holding it fast.
