As l walked down to the Garlander Fair,
I espied a young maiden selling her wares.
She said, don’t tarry in sadness or you will be blue,
Share a smile with me and l will sing a song for you.
She said,
Who will buy my roses,
Who will sing sweet reposes,
Who will buy my roses,
Won’t you buy them from me?
As l wandered around the Garlander Fair,
I saw she wore a silver comb in her long blonde hair.
She said, smile so brightly and always be true,
Then l can always smile and sing a song for you.
She said,
Who will buy my roses,
Who will sing sweet reposes,
Who will buy my roses,
Won’t you buy them from me?
As l was leaving the Garlander Fair,
I saw her again in clothes of blue and golden hair.
So l brought two roses, l said, one for me and one for you,
That l will always smile and sing a song with you.
She said,
Who will buy my roses,
Who will sing sweet reposes,
Who will buy my roses,
Won’t you buy them from me?
I wed her and her roses, and her sweet reposes,
Fare thee well sweet Garlander Fair.
Colin Skilton.
