the gard&039;ner wi&039; his paidle
tune—“the gardener&039;s arch”
when rosy ay es wi&039; flowers,
to deck her gay, green-spreadg bowers,
then by, by are his hours,
the gard&039;ner wi&039; his paidle
the crystal waters ntly fa&039;,
the rry bards are lovers a&039;,
the scented breezes round hi bw—
the gard&039;ner wi&039; his paidle
when purple orng starts the hare
to steal upon her early fare;
then thro&039; the dews he aun repair—
the gard&039;ner wi&039; his paidle
when day, expirg the west,
the curta draws o&039; nature&039;s rest,
he flies to her ars he lo&039;es the best,
the gard&039;ner wi&039; his paidle
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