It won’t be the flowers of spring,
Tra la,
For they’re useless for washing of clothes;
And that’s what we mean when we say, or we sing,
“It’s better than flowers that bloom in the spring!”
Tra la la la la la, &c.
A Pathetic Ballad.
In a cot by a river a lady forlorn
Sang “willow, titwillow, titwillow!”
And I said to her, “pretty one, why do you mourn,