  Violet tender and sweet clasped to the bosom of earth, Lift up thy bonny blue eye, happy the day of thy birth. Thine is a glorious lot, bearing the word of the king, Calling the world to rejoice breathing of beauty and spring; Violet, tender and sweet. Violet tender and sweet plucked from the bosom of earth Lift up thy bonny blue eye, happy the day of thy birth. Close in thy petals of pearl, of beautiful amethyst cling, Fresh with the balm of the wood the odorous essence of spring; Violet, tender and sweet. |
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