Oh, fancy brings a thought to me,
A flower ,rich and rare.
Of grace and beauty, these combined,
A fadeless flower rare.
So like a maiden that I knew,
It was my happy lot.
She dropped a flower, Ipicked it up,
xThex Sweet Forget-me-not.
Graceful and as charming as
The lilies of the pond,
For time doth glide so swiftly by,
While with her I’m so fond.
The roses and the violetstoo,
They cluster round the spot.
When wee parted and she whispered
Oh,you’ll forget me not.
We met, I reallt don’t know where,
But yet it’s all the same,
For love walks in the noisy street
The same as in thelane.
I gently pressed her hand in mine;
She glanced at me and smiled.
She dropped a flower, I picked it up,
A sweet forget-me-not.
At last there came a happy time
When something that I said
Just caused her lips to murmur yes
And shortly we were wed.
A little cottage by the sea ,
A tiny garden spot,
Where grows the little flower called,
The sweet forget-me-not.
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