III.
SWEET MARJORAM.
"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!"
(Sang an old dame standing on the kerb);
"You may hear a thousand ballads,
You may pick a thousand salads,
Ere you light on such another herb.
Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!
(Let its virtues evermore be sung);
Oh, 'twill make your Sunday clo'es gay,