ALL AMONG THE ROSES.
Words and Music by W. H. Delehanty.
In an Ivy-covered cottage, hidden back of oaken trees.
Lives a lovely little maiden, blithe and happy as you please;
Where, upon a low veranda, every summer's eventide
I sit amid the flowers fair, Camillia by my side.
All among the roses, making sweet proposes,
Lovely, laughing, soul bewitching, sweet Camillia May;
Captivating, aggravating, never tired of play;
Flitting like a little birdie, happy, light and gay.
Kill me or I'll die with love for sweet Camillia May.
There's a pretty, white camelia ever glowing in her hair,
Lovely violets And roses blooming in her face so fair;
Little stars and merry sunshine in her eyes so bright and gay,
And a choir of angels singing in the voice of Milly May.- Chorus.
Now forget not to remember, when In love you chance to be,
Try and keep in all your feelings, not act foolishly like me;
For I live on hoping, dreaming of a coming joyous day,
When I'll make of one camelia such a lovely, sweet bouquet. Chorus.