«Dainty Little Buttercups»

Dainty little buttercups of golden hue
Growing by the roadside,
Filled with morning dew.
How we long to gather you
For our nosegay rare,
Lovingly entwine you into garlands fair.
To be crowned the queen of May
On our festive holiday,
‘Twas a pleasure, without measure,
Filled our hearts with glee,
Growing by the roadside,
Filled with morning dew, with morning dew,
the morning dew.

What fond memories of our childhood days
Linger ever round thee, cherished, dear always,
Ah! could they return never to fade away,
Life would be a merry round-a-lay.