The Spring Nosegay.

Come, my love, ’tis pleasant spring,

Let us make a posy gay:

Ev’ry pretty flow’r we’ll bring,

Daisy white, and prickly May;

Then along the hedge we’ll go,

Where the purple violets blow.

After that the primrose fair,

Looking very pale and dim;

And we’ll search the meadows, where,

Cowslips grow with yellow rim;

With a butter-cup or two,

Holding little drops of dew.

Then the snow-drop, hanging low

On its green and narrow stalk;

And the crocuses, that blow

Up and down the garden walk:

All these pretty flow’rs we’ll bring,

To make a posy for the spring.