Bunch of Violets Blue Songtext

von Ann Breen

It was up in a moonlit garden
Not far from the ballroom grand
A young lad and his sweetheart
Went strolling hand in hand
Tomorrow the war would call him he
Vowed he would be true
Then from her breast she gave to him
A bunch of violets blue

It was only a bunch of violets a
Bunch of violets blue
Fresh and fair and fragrant
Like diamonds on the dew
Fresh and fair and dainty as
He fetched them to his heart
He smiled and said where'er he'd roam
From them he'd n'er would part

A soldier boy lay dying
Upon the cold, cold ground
A bunch of withered violets
Upon his breast was found
Turning to his comrades
In a feeble voice he sighed
Take them back and tell her
I wore them till i died

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They took her witherded violets
Been on her wedding day
An old man's gold had won her
From a soldier faraway
An old man's gold had won her
From a soldier young and tall
And this is what she said to him
One evening at the ball

It was only a bunch of violets a
Bunch of violets blue
Fresh and fair and fragrant
Like diamonds on the dew
Fresh and fair and dainty as
He fetched them to his heart
He smiled and said where'er he'd roam
From them he'd n'er would part
He smiled and said where'er he'd roam
From them he'd n'er would part