[D]It was out in a moonlit [D7]garden, not [G]far from the ballroom [D]grand,
A [D]soldier and his sweetheart went ]E]strolling
hand in [A]hand.
To[D]morrow the war would call him he [G]vowed he would be [D]true
Then from her[G] breast she [D]gave
to[G] him a [D]bunch of violets [A]blue.
They were only a bunch of violets, a bunch of violets blue
Fresh and fair and fragrant like diamonds on the dew.
Fresh
and fair and dainty as he pressed them to his heart
He smiled and said where e'er he'd roam, from them he ne'er would part.
A soldier boy lay dying, upon the cold cold ground,
A bunch of withered violets, upon his breast was found.
Turning
to his conrades with a feeble voice he sighed
Take them back and tell her that I wore them till I died.
They took the withered violets back, it being on her wedding day
An old man's gold had won her, from her soldier
far away
An old man's gold had won her, from her soldier young and tall,
And this is what she said to him, that evening
at the ball
