The Gardener from Book One by Mary Hampton

Proud Maisie stands at her father's door
As straight's a willow wand
And soon there came a gardener child
With a red rose in his hand.

Oh you shall have my rose fair maid
If you'll give your flower to me
And among the flowers in your father's garden
I'll make a gown for thee.

And the Lilly white shall be your smock
Becomes your body next
And the marigolds shall be your stays
With my red rose at your breast.

Your gown shall be the smelling thyme
And your apron of the camowine
And I'll sew them each with the blue, blue blevets
Come kiss sweetheart and join.

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Since you have made a gown for me
Among the Summer flowers
Well it's I shall make a suit for thee
Among the winter showers.

And the milk white snow shall be your shirt
And lie your body next
And the mirk black rain shall be your suit
With a wind gale at your breast.

And the bonnet that's be upon your head
Shall be the southern grey
And every time that you pass by
I'll wish you were away.

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