_Much-sold Pater and Mater sing:--_
_Pater._ The flowers that bloom in the Spring,
Tra la,
To purchase henceforth I decline.
The hawkers those blossoms who bring--
Ah! bah!--
Will "swop 'em for most anything,"
Ha! ha!
But as soon as you've bought 'em they pine.
_Both._ And that's what they mean when they say, or they sing,
"He's as green as a man who buys flowers in the Spring,"
Tra la la la la la, &c.
_Mater._ The flowers that bloom in the Spring,
Tra la!
Are a sell, my dear hub, in _our_ case.
I bought _this_ with a "suit"--there's the sting,
Pa-pa!
Which _he_ said was "a worn-hout hold thing,"
(O-la!)
Just fancy his having the face!
Now 'tis shrunken, and shrivelled, and that's why I sing,
Oh, bother the flowers that bloom in the Spring!
Tra la la la la la, &c.
_Both_ (_to Servant_). So tell the next rascal who ventures to ring,
_We_'ll buy no more flowers that bloom in the Spring!
[_Dance, and exeunt, determined never again to be diddled by
the howling "A-a-blowing and a-growing!" impostors, who, at
this season, hawk heat-forced or illrooted pot-plants about
the streets of the suburbs._
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