“’TWAS DOWN IN CUPID’S GARDEN.”
WAS down in Cupid’s garden
For pleasure I did go,
To see the fairest flowers
That in that garden grow.
The first it was the jessamine,
The lily, pink, and rose,
And surely they’re the fairest flow’rs
That in that garden grows!
I’d not walked in that garden
The part of half an hour,
When there I saw two pretty maids
Sitting under a shady bower.
The first was lovely Nancy,
So beautiful and fair;
The other was a virgin
Who did the laurel wear.