When ^CI was in my ^Amiprime I ^Cflourished ^Glike a ^Cvine There ^Fcame a^Glong a false young ^Amman He ^Gstole the heart of ^Fmine He ^Gstole the heart of ^Cmine. A gardener standing by, Three offers he made to me The pink, the violet and red rose Which I refused all three Which I refused all three. The pink's no flower at all For it fades away to soon And the violet is too pale a hue I think I'll wait 'til June I think I'll wait 'til June. In June the red rose blooms That's not the flower for me It's then I'll pluc the red rose off And plant a willow tree I will plant a willow tree. The willow tree shall weep And the willow tree shall whine I wish I was in the young love's arms Who stole the heart of mine Who stole the heart of mine. If I live one year more, And God gives me grace I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears To wash his deceitful face I would wash his deceitful face. When I was in my prime I flourished like a vine There came along a false young man He stole the heart of mine He stole the heart of mine.