Petunia, the Gardener's Daughter

I've gotta gal; oh, what a pal The apple of my eye With something rare, a peach of a pear But her dad won't let us meet and I could die I love Petunia the gardener's daughter Oh, how that gal can kiss Her eyes are blue as bluebells Each cheek a rose to see How I dance when she plants her two lips on me I'm as daffy as a daffodil I long to kiss her all the time Tonight I'll steal into her garden And make Petunia's two lips mine (I've got a beau; I love him so The apple of my eye With something rare, a peach of a pear But my dad won't let us meet and I could die) And we could die I love Petunia the gardener's daughter Oh, how that gal can kiss (My eyes are blue as bluebells Each cheek a rose to see) How I dance when she plants her two lips on me (He's as daffy as a daffodil He loves to kiss me all the time) Tonight I'll steal into her garden And make Petunia's two lips mine She makes other girls look just like weeds (I'm gonna be his clinging vine) Tonight I'll steal into her garden And make Petunia's two lips (My ever loving two lips) Make Petunia's two lips mine