76 FLORA AND THALIA. 



TO THE LAVENDER. 



Sweet lavender, sweet lavender, 

 Fresh gathered from the tree, 

 No lad or lass could finer bunches 

 Ever wish to see. 



Its perfume keeps the moths away, 

 That Sunday clothes devour ; 

 Come buy, come buy my lavender, 

 Sweet lavender in flower. 



Sweet lavender, sweet lavender, 

 In vain, alas ! I cry, 

 Altho' I offer bargains rare 

 To every passer by. 

 I've fasted long, and laboured hard 

 Through many a sultry hour ; 

 In pity buy my lavender, 

 Sweet lavender in flower. 



MBS. T. WELSH. 



