All round my hat I vears a green villow,
All round my hat, for a twelvemonth and a day;
If any body axes me the reason vy I vears it,
I tells 'em that my own true love is far far away.
'Twas a going of my rounds, in the streets I first did meet her,
Oh, I thought she vos a hangel just come down from the sky;
(Spoken)—She's a nice wegitable countenance; turnup nose, redish cheeks, and carroty hair.
And I never knew a voice more louder or more sweeter,
When she cried, buy my primroses, my primroses come buy.
(Spoken)—Here's your fine cauliflowers.