Sweet little violets, Born in the wildwood, Purest of loveliness, Innocent childhood; Shy as the antelope, Brown as a berry, Free as the mountain air, Romping and merry. Tra la la la... Blue eyes and hazel eyes Peep from the hedges, Shaded by sunbonnets Frayed at the edges, Up in the apple trees, Heedless of danger Manhood in embryo Stares at the stranger. Tra la la la... Out in the hilly patch, Seeking the berries, Under the orchard trees Feasting on cherries, Trampling the clover bloom, Down 'mong the grasses, No voice to hinder them, Dear lads and lasses. Tra la la la... Dear little innocents Born in the wildwood, Oh that all little ones Had such a childhood! Heaven's blue over them, Earth's green beneath them No sweeter heritage Could we bequeath them. Tra la la la...