Any information on this song would be very welcome:

It was early in the spring when the birds began to sing
That was the time that I tried to win the heart of a damsel fair
Her cheeks were as red as the berries that grows
Would you suppose each morning she rose
Tripping along on her neat little toes
Gath'ring wild flowers to sell-o

Chorus

Tripping along the green each morning she was seen
With a basket on her arm filled with roses
And if you feel inclined to ask her where she's been
She'll tell you she's been gath'ring wild roses

Last verse

Now then her hist'ry to me did tell that her father in battle fell
To earn her living she had to sell those bunches of wild flowers
I told her I'd make her right happy for life
If she would consent to be my little wife
And since that day we've known neither care nor strife
Since I married that girl with the rose-o.