Mustard and cress

Elizabeth, my cousin, is the sweetest little girl,

From her eyes, like dark blue pansies, to her tiniest golden curl:

I do not use her great long name, but simply call her 'Bess',

And yesterday I planted her in Mustard and in Cress.

My garden is so narrow that there's very little room,

But I'd rather have her name than get a hollyhock to bloom;

And before she comes to visit us with Charlie and with Tess,

She'll pop up green and bonny out of Mustard and of Cress.