Oh! sweet bloomed the red damask roses,
And sweet sang the thrush on the spray,
And bright was the glamour of sunshine
That made the world fair on that day.
But oh! not so sweet the red roses,
So sweet the bird’s song from above,
So bright the gold glamour of sunshine,
As was the sweet glamour of love
That fell on that pair in the garden,
As ’mid the fair flowers they strolled;