Fancy brings a thought to mind
of a flower that's bright and fair
Its grace and beauty both combine
in brighter jewel more rare
Just like a maiden that I know
once shared my happy lot
She whispered when we parted last
"Oh, you'll forget me not"
She's graceful and she's charming
like the lily in the pond
Time is flying swiftly by
of her I am so fond
The roses and the daisies
are blooming 'round the spot
Where we parted, when she whispered
"You'll forget me not"
We met I really don't know where
but still it's just the same
For love grows in the city streets
as well as in the lane
I gently clasped her tiny hand -
one glance at me she shot
She dropped her flower, I picked it up -
'twas the sweet forget-me-not
And then there came a happy time
when something that I said
Caused her lips to murmur "Yes"
and shortly we were wed
There is a house' down in the lane
and a tiny garden plot
Where grows a flower, I know it well,
it's the sweet forget-me-not
