[Verse 1]
My wife, she died in the bathtub
She died of a terrible fit
To fulfil her very last wishes
She was buried in six feet of
[Chorus]
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with snow
[Verse 2]
My wife puts a sack in the garden
I'm curious, I will admit
One morning I sneaked out a handful
I found it was nothing but
[Chorus]
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with snow
[Verse 3]
There was a young fellow from Sparta
Who could flatulate ballads and airs
He could blow out a Mozart sonata
And accompany musical chairs
One day he attempted an opera
It was hard, but he just wouldn't quit
With his head held aloft, he suddenly coughed
He collapsed in a mountain of
My wife, she died in the bathtub
She died of a terrible fit
To fulfil her very last wishes
She was buried in six feet of
[Chorus]
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with snow
[Verse 2]
My wife puts a sack in the garden
I'm curious, I will admit
One morning I sneaked out a handful
I found it was nothing but
[Chorus]
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with snow
[Verse 3]
There was a young fellow from Sparta
Who could flatulate ballads and airs
He could blow out a Mozart sonata
And accompany musical chairs
One day he attempted an opera
It was hard, but he just wouldn't quit
With his head held aloft, he suddenly coughed
He collapsed in a mountain of
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