Mine Mine

When I was in my prime

I flourished like a vine

Then along came a false young man

He stole away my prime mind

The gardener standing by

Three offers he gave me

The pink, violet and red rose

Which I refused all three

The pink’s no flower at all

It fades away too soon

Violet is too pale blue

I thought I’d wait till June

In June the red rose blooms

But that’s no flower for me

For then I’ll pluck the red rose off

And plant a willow tree

The willow tree will twist

Thе willow tree twine

I wish I was in the young man’s arms

The onе, the love of mine mine