  I passed by a garden, a little Dutch garden, Where useful and pretty things grew; Heartsease and tomatoes, and pinks and potatoes, And lilies and onions and rue. I saw in that garden, that little Dutch garden, A chubby Dutch man with a spade; And a rosy Dutch frau with a shoe like a scow, And a flaxen-haired little Dutch maid. There grew in that garden, that little Dutch garden, Blue flag flowers lovely and tall; And early blush roses, and little pink posies, And Gretchen was fairer than all. It tumbled right in as I passed, ‘Mid ‘wildering mazes of spinach and daisies, And Gretchen is holding it fast.
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