American Old Time Song Lyrics: 27 Shes Just A Sweet Bouquet

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 27

SHE'S JUST A SWEET BOUQUET.
Words by George Cooper. Music by Charles E. Pratt.
Copyright, 1877, by Sherman, Hyde & Co.

We met 'twas in the garden, sweet summer days were near;
I softly asked her pardon, she blushed my words to hear;
oh, bright the roses glistened, when she wandered gaily by;
The little birds they listened, can't you guess the reason why?
Oh. her words were melody, and her lips would tempt the bee.
Oh, I don't know what to call her, so fair she is and gay;
She's witty and so pretty, she's just a sweet bouquet.- (Dance).

The leaves wore softly sighing, while scarce a word we said;
Sweet cupid there came flying, and hovered overhead;
Beneath the boughs, while straying, with her lily hand in mine,
The hours we kept delaying 'till the stars began to shine.
Oh, her words were melody, and her lips would tempt the bee.
Oh, I don't know what to call her, so fair she is and gay;
She's witty and so pretty, she's just a sweet bouquet.-(Dance.)

In moonlight so entrancing, my love I fondly told;
Her eyes were shyly glancing, I thought I'd been to bold.
Oh, there among the posies did we vow to never part;
She's queen of all the roses, and I wear her on my heart.
Oh, her words were melody, and her lips would tempt the bcc.
Oh, I don't know what to call her, so fair she is and gay;
She's witty and so pretty, she's just a sweet bouquet.-(Dance.)