I'll weave him a garland

 

Verse 1

How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon fountain!
How sweet are the cowslips that spangle the grove!
More sweet are the breezes that blow o'er the mountain,
But none are so sweet as the charms of my love.

Chorus

Then I'll weave him a garland,
A fresh blooming garland,
Of roses and lilies and daffodown dillies;
I'll weave him a garland,
A fresh blooming garland,
A garland I'll give to the lad that I love.

Verse 2

The blackbirds and thrushes they rise in the morning,
How melodious they play their sweet notes by the grove!
I'll own it is pleasing, delightful and charming,
To ease the fond sighs of the lad that I love.

Chorus

Verse 3

It was down in the vale where my sweetheart was walking,
Oh, how happy I should feel to stand by him again!
But if he should prove false to me, his heart to some other,
For me to sing pleasure it would be in vain.

Chorus