How sweet are the flowers that grow by the fountain
How sweet are the cowslips that spangle the grove
More sweet is the breeze that blows over the mountains
But none are so sweet as the charms of my love
And I'll weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies
I'll weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
A garland I'll give to the one I adore
The blackbirds and thrushes they rise in the morning
How softly they play their sweet notes by the grove
I'll own it is pleasing, delightful and charming
To ease the fond sighs of the one that I love
And I'll weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies
I'll weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
A garland I'll give to the one I adore
It was down in the vale my sweetheart was walking
How happy I'd be to stand by her again
If she should prove false, give her heart to another
For me to sing pleasure it would be in vain
And I'll weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies
I'll weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
A garland I'll give to the one I adore
Weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
Of roses and lilies and daffadowndillies
I'll weave her a garland
A fresh, blooming garland
A garland I'll give to the one I adore