The yellow daisy

What's his heart Sweetheart, Sweetheart!

What's his heart?

Very often I've been told

Of his yellow shining gold

But the gold's the smallest part

Of love, Sweetheart, Sweetheart!

Of a happy love, Sweetheart!

Is it true, my dear, is it true

That his heart's a rusty brown?

Nay my sweetheart do not frown,

Better know it's brown and sere,

Now than when too late, My dear, my dear

When too late, My dear!