Maxioms by Thomas Haynes Bayly
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst read more
My fond affection thou hast seen,
Then judge of my regret
To think more happy thou hadst been
If we had never met!
And has that thought been shared by thee?
Ah, no! that smiling cheek
Proves more unchanging love for me
Than labor'd words could speak.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
I'd be a butterfly, born in a bower,
Where roses and lilies and violets meet.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
She wore a wreath of roses,
The night that first we met.
Why don't the men propose, mamma?
Why don't the men propose?
Why don't the men propose, mamma?
Why don't the men propose?
