Oil, LANGUAGE OE FLOWERS. 163 
THE FLOWER GIRL’S SONG. 
See, the Flower Girl comes along;— 
O let us listen to her song ;— 
Violets sweet she sells to-day;— 
Hark her sweet voice their praises say. 
Violets! violets! scented violets! 
Oh ! they are so fresh and fair! 
I knew where they were by their fragrant breath, 
That floated around from their leaves beneath, 
And scented the balmy air. 
Violets! violets! buy my violets! 
Alas ! I’m poor and lone! 
I dwell alone by the thick dark wood 
And trust in God for my daily food ;— 
My lov’d friends are dead and gone! 
Buy my violets! purple violets! 
Sweet, yellow, and blue also! 
0 buy them of me—they will please you well; 
Though proud of heart, I am forc’d to sell, 
This desert world to get through! 
Buy my violets! buy my violets! 
For want is pressing now ! 
And a grateful heart I shall ever feel 
To those who will now their kindness deal. 
And their patronage bestow ! 
Violets! violets! buy my violets ! 
Their beauty and fragrance are sweet! 
