If you wear it in a nosegay,
Pretty mistress, like when I was young.
"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!
(Sing of sweet old gardens all a-glow);
It will scent your dower drawer, dear,
Folk would strew it on the floor, dear,
Long ago—long ago—long ago.
"Sweet Marjoram! Sweet Marjoram!"
(Sang the old dame standing on the kerb);
"You may hear a thousand ballads,