WON'T YOU BUY MY PRETTY FLOWERS?
 
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Underneath the gaslight's glitter
Stands the little fragile girl
Heedless of the night winds bitter
As they round about her whirl
While the hundreds pass unheeding
In the evening's waning hours
Still she cries with tearful pleading
'Won't you buy my pretty flowers?'

Chorus: There are many, sad and weary
In this pleasant world of ours
Crying every night so dreary
Won't you buy my pretty flowers?'


Ever coming, ever going
Men and women hurry by
Heedless of the teardrops gleaming
In her sad and wistful eye
How her little heart is sighing
In the cold and dreary hours
Only listen to her crying
'Won't you buy my pretty flowers?'

Chorus:

Not a loving word to cheer her
From the passers by is heard
Not a friend to linger near her
With her heart by pity stirred
Homeward goes the tide of fashion
Seeking pleasure's pleasant bowers
None to hear with sad compassion
'Won't you buy my pretty flowers?'

Chorus:
 
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Written and composed by Arthur W. French & George W. Persley
Performed by George Clare
 
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