Majestic is the royal rose
And lovely is the lily
The Daisy\'s a delight that grows
Upon the land so hilly
A tulip field\'s a sunset gold
Poor poppies\' hearts are bleeding
The orchid is for luck, we\'re told.
A weed, no one is needing!
The lotus is the Buddha\'s bloom
For love and peace is praying
It thrives among the grime and gloom
In sacred breezes swaying
The heather on the heath beguiles
Blithe Buttercups have beauty
The snowdrop in the snow, she smiles
But only out of duty
We leave it to the sweetest thing:
The violet, fresh from sleeping
To sing to us the song of spring
With joy to end all weeping