The violets flower in spring,
And the heath in autumn gray.
Too late to love to-morrow,
If you have not loved to-day.
The world is full of maidens,
Like poppies, blooming free.
If one of them was mine,
How happy I would be!
I’d give her half my homestead,
And many a silver dime,
But roses prick the bachelor,
That would pluck them out of time.
For violets flower in spring,
And the heath in autumn gray;
I mocked the girls in my youth,
They laugh at me to-day.