THE BROKEN HEARTED GARDENER.
I’m a broken hearted Gardener, and don’t know what to do,
My love she is inconstant, and a fickle jade, too,
One smile from her lips will never be forgot,
It refreshes, like a shower from a watering pot.
I’m a broken hearted Gardener, and don’t know what to do,
My love she is inconstant, and a fickle jade, too,
One smile from her lips will never be forgot,
It refreshes, like a shower from a watering pot.