The Gardener

The gardener stands in his door
Holding a primrose in his hand
A true maiden walks by
She's as slender as a willow wand

Oh lady can you fancy me
For to be my bride
All the flowers in my garden
Will make your beauty shine

The lily White be your smock
Becomes your body best
Your head busk'd with the gilly flower
The primrose in your breast

Your gown be sweet William
Your coat the camomile
Your apron all the salads neat
That taste both sweet and fine

Your gloves shall be the marigold
All glittering in your hands
Spread over with the blue wort
That grows among corn land

So fare thee well young man she says
Farewell and bid adieu
If you can fancy me she says
Oh I cannot fancy you

The clothing you gave to me
Among the summer flowers
I'll give you another
Among the winter showers

The fallen snow shall be your smock
Becomes your body best
Your head wound with the Eastern wind
The cold rain on your breast



Credits
Writer(s): Jude William Edwin-scott
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