[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
[Chorus]
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with snow

[Verse 4]
I know that these verses are scanty
The rhyme seems too much for my wit
I start out like Shakespeare and Dante
But somehow I end up with

[Chorus]
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with snow

[Verse 5]
And now that my story is ended
And I must make my exit
If any of you feel offended
Stick your head in a barrel of

[Chorus]
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with
Sweet violets
Sweeter than all the roses
Covered all over from head to foot
Covered all over with snow