Lyrics
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1. Little purple pansies, touched with yellow gold,
Growing in one corner of the garden old;
We are very tiny but must try, try, try
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[Chorus]
Just one spot to gladden, you and I.
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2. In whatever corner we may chance to grow,
Whether cold or warm the wind may ever blow,
Dark the day or sunny, we must try, try, try
Words: Anon.
Music: Joseph Ballantyne, 1868–1944. Arr. © 1989 IRI