The Gardener Lyrics

The gardener stands in his door

Holding a primrose in his hand

A true maiden walks by She's as slender as a willow wand

Oh lady, can you fancy me?

For to be my bride

All the flowers in the garden

Will make your beauty shine

The lily white be your smock

Becomes your body best

Your head busked with the gilly flower

The primrose in your breast

Your gown be Sweet William

The coat the chamomile

Your apron all the salads neat

Tastes both sweet and fine

Your gloves shall be the Marigold

All glittering in your hands

Spread over with the Blue Wort

That grows among corn land

Fare thee well, young man, she says Farewell and bid adieu

If you can fancy me, she says Oh, I cannot fancy you

The clothing you gave to me

Among the summer flowers

I'll give you another Among the winter showers

The fallen snow shall be your smock

Becomes your body best

Your head wound with the eastern wind

The cold rain on your breast

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