Oh, flowers! Buy my flowers!
Oh, the flowers of spring! the beautiful flowers,
Fed with May sunshine and bathed with spring showers;
When you have babes, as soon you may,
Let them sport with flowers through their young bright day.
Oh, flowers! Buy my flowers!
Oh, the flowers of spring! the beautiful flowers,
When manhood puts forth his mightiest powers;
Each noble thing does its wreath require,
The warrior's sword and the poet's lyre.
Oh, flowers! Buy my flowers!
Oh, the flowers of spring! the beautiful flowers,
They are dear to us still when old age lours;
We gaze on the blossoms that spring at our feet,
And the perfume of mem'ry rises sweet.
Oh, flowers! Buy my flowers!
Oh, the flowers of spring! the beautiful flowers,
They have still their charm for all life's hours;
And when at length in the tomb we are laid,
Let our last bed of flowers be made.
Oh, flowers! Buy my flowers!
Oh, the flowers of spring! the beautiful flowers,
Where saw you flowers so fair as ours?
They are sweet to the scent, and bright to the eye,
Oh, take them before they fade or die.