Fancy brings a thought to me of a flower bright and fair,
Its grace and beauty both combine to make that for more rare;
Just like a maiden that I know who shared my happy lot,
Where we parted, and she whispered, "You'll forget me not."
She's graceful and she's charming like the lilies in the pond,
Time is passing swiftly by, of her I am so fond;
The daisies and roses were blooming around the spot,
Where we parted, when she whispered, "You'll forget me not."
We met I really don't know where, still it's just the same
Love grows in a busy street as well as in a lane
I gently pressed her tiny hand and she dropped a flower,
I picked it up, it was a sweet forget-me-not.
At last there came a happy time when something that I said,
Which caused her lips to murmur, "Yes," and shortly we were wed;
There is a house down in the lane in a tiny garden spot,
There grows a flower, I know it well, it's the sweet forget-me-not.
