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.