YOUR GARDEN IS PROUD AND PRETTY OH
HOW LONG HAVE YOU TOILED AND PLANTED OH?
YOUR VIOLETS HAVE BLOOMED, YOUR VIOLETS HAVE BLOOMED
YOUR VIOLETS HAVE BLOOMED AND DIED OH
YOUR FRESHWATER SPRING SO SWEET AND PURE
IS CHOKING AND STARTING TO DRY OH
YOUR VIOLETS...
YOUR ORCHARDS OF PEARS AND PEACHES OH
ARE TWISTED AND TORN BY FUNGUS OH
YOUR VIOLETS...
AND THE SOIL WHICH HAS BORN THE SWEETEST FRUIT
IS DUSTY AND CRAWLING WITH SPIDERS OH
YOUR VIOLETS...
YOUR VIOLETS WERE FINEST IN THE LAND
YOUR NEIGHBOURS AND GUESTS THEY SWORE IT SO
YOUR VIOLETS...