The banks of the daisies

As Kathleen fair beyond compare

Asleep upon a bank I spied;

All upon tiptoe I sought her side

And kissed her down in the daisies.

But up she starts and on me darts

The shafts of scorn from lip and eye,

Then in a storm goes sweeping by,

And leaves me alone with the daisies.

But when next day I chanced that way,

There Kathleen blushed in all her charms,

With sighs she sank into my arms,

And we told our love to the daisies.