Title: American Old Time Song Lyrics
Subject: Traditional & Folk Music
Author: www.traditionalmusic.co.uk
Keywords: Old time music, American, oldtimey, bluegrass

The Queen Of All Flowers - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE QUEEN OF ALL FLOWERS. As sung by Tony Hart 
Where the flowers all grow in the dell, There blooms in a moss-covered cot, A sweet little bud they call Nell, Who's acknowledged the queen of the lot. For when she walks over the dale, All the pinks sure with envy turn green; Her cheeks make the roses look pale, All the blossoms bow down to this queen. 
Chorus. She's as fair as a flower, and delicate, too, Her eyes are like violets, so tender and true; Her soul pure as snowdrops, her heart just as true, And I call her the queen of all flowers. 
Sure the bumble-bee lights on her lips, And goes wild o'er the honey he's found; And sits there and sips, sips and sips, 'Till he tumbles dead drunk to the ground. Arrah, what is the use for to talk? The hot-house buds turn nearly wild, The wild flowers die on their stalk, If at them she would just only smile.-Chorus.