"Lavender's blue, diddle, diddle" --
So goes the song:
All around her bush, diddle, diddle,
Butterflies throng;
(They love her well, diddle, diddle,
So do the bees;)
While she herself, diddle, diddle,
Sways in the breeze!
"Lavender's blue, diddle, diddle,
Lavender's green";
She'll scent the clothes, diddle, diddle,
Put away clean --
Clean from the wash, diddle, diddle,
Hanky and sheet;
Lavender's spikes, diddle, diddle,
Make them all sweet!
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