Sweet Violets

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[Verse 1] My wife, she died in the bathtub She died of a terrible fit To fulfil her very last wishes She was buried in six feet of [Chorus] Sweet violets Sweeter than all the roses Covered all over from head to foot Covered all over with snow [Verse 2] My wife puts a sack in the garden I'm curious, I will admit One morning I sneaked out a handful I found it was nothing but [Chorus] Sweet violets Sweeter than all the roses Covered all over from head to foot Covered all over with snow [Verse 3] There was a young fellow from Sparta Who could flatulate ballads and airs He could blow out a Mozart sonata And accompany musical chairs One day he attempted an opera It was hard, but he just wouldn't quit With his head held aloft, he suddenly coughed He collapsed in a mountain of [Chorus] Sweet violets Sweeter than all the roses Covered all over from head to foot Covered all over with snow [Verse 4] I know that these verses are scanty The rhyme seems too much for my wit I start out like Shakespeare and Dante But somehow I end up with [Chorus] Sweet violets Sweeter than all the roses Covered all over from head to foot Covered all over with snow [Verse 5] And now that my story is ended And I must make my exit If any of you feel offended Stick your head in a barrel of [Chorus] Sweet violets Sweeter than all the roses Covered all over from head to foot Covered all over with Sweet violets Sweeter than all the roses Covered all over from head to foot Covered all over with snow
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