"Red is the rose that in yonder garden grows Fair is the lily of the valley
Clear is the water that flows from the Boyne But my love is fairer than any.
This is a classic Irish song that's pretty and it reminds me of the painting! Happy Painting!
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.