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When I was in my prime
I flourished like a vine
There came along a false young man
Who stole the heart of mine
Who stole the heart of mine
And the 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
For then I'll pluck the red rose up
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree
And the willow tree shall weep
And the willow tree shall whine
I wish I was in the young loves arms
That stole the heart of mine
That stole the heart of mine
If I live for one year more
And God will grant me grace
I'll weep a bowl of crystal tears
To wash his deceitful face
To wash his deceitful face