Abbie-Rose Across the sea! Across the sea! An English garden grows, With violets and daffodils, 'round little Abbie-rose. In coldest winter we arrive, The bleakest time of year. Each tiny bud is fast asleep, But not our Abbie dear. She's bright and happy, and her face Is blooming, full of smiles. She grows up sweeter every year-- She’s worth the countless miles. Across the sea! Across the sea! December clouds above; We're off to greet our Abbie-rose, That little girl we love! |
