To Violets - Jacaszek

Welcome, maids of honour

You do bring

In the Spring;

And wait upon her

She has virgins many

Fresh and fair;

Yet you are

More sweet

More sweet than any

She has virgins many

Fresh and fair;

Yet you are

More sweet

More sweet than any

You’re the maiden posies;

And so graced

To be placed

Before

Before damask roses

Yet, though thus respected

By and by

Ye do lie

Poor girls

Poor girls, neglected