The Gard'ner Wi' His Paidle
1.
When rosy May comes in wi' flowers
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers,
Then busy, busy are his hours,
The gard'ner wi' his paidle.
2.
The crystal waters gently fa',
The merry birds are lovers a',
The scented breezes round him blaw -
The gard'ner wi' his paidle.
3.
When purple morning starts the hare
To steal upon her early fare,
Then thro' the dew he maun repair -
The gard'ner wi' his paidle.
4.
When Day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest.
He flies to her arms he lo'er best,
The gard'ner wi' his paidle.

The Gardener With His Spade

When rosy May comes in with flowers
To deck her gay, green-spreading bowers,
Then busy, busy are his hours,
The gardener with his spade.

The crystal waters gently fall,
The merry birds are lovers all,
The scented breezes round him blow -
The gardener with his spade.

When purple morning starts the hare
To steal upon her early fare,
Then through the dew he must repair -
The gardener with his spade.

When Day, expiring in the west,
The curtain draws on Nature's rest.
He flies to her arms he lover best,
The gardener with his spade.