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And violets with dew-drops all pearly,
Who'll buy them, who'll buy them, who'll buy?
Who'll buy them, who'll buy them, who'll buy?
Sweet-brier for beau-pots so pretty,
'Twas gather'd by times in the morn;
Come buy some, fair ladies in pity,
But oh! pray beware of its thorn.
'Twas gather'd by times in the morn;
Come buy some, fair ladies in pity,
But oh! pray beware of its thorn.
Two bunches a penny, primroses,
With sweet-scented brier, I cry;
And snow-drops and violets for poses,
Who'll buy them, who'll buy them, who'll buy?
Who'll buy? who'll buy?
Who'll buy my sweet flowers?
Who'll buy my sweet flowers—who'll buy?
With sweet-scented brier, I cry;
And snow-drops and violets for poses,
Who'll buy them, who'll buy them, who'll buy?
Who'll buy? who'll buy?
Who'll buy my sweet flowers?
Who'll buy my sweet flowers—who'll buy?
The music of the above Song, by the same author, will shortly be published, dedicated, by permission, to the Honourable Isabella S. Jerningham.
