Another song is;
Tell me, where's the violet fled.
Late so gayly blowing.
Springing 'neath fair Flora's tread,
Choicest sweets bestowing?
Swain, the vernal scene is o'er,
And the violet blooms no more.
Say, where hides the blushing rose,
Pride of fragrant morning,
Garland meet for beauty's brows,