Have you got a brook in your little heart,

Where bashful flowers blow,

And blushing birds go down to drink,

And shadows tremble so ?


And nobody...

Poet:

My Heart upon a little Plate

Her Palate to delight

A Berry or a Bun, would be,

Might it an Apricot!

Poet:

Poor little Heart!

Did they forget thee?

Then dinna care! Then dinna care!


Proud little Heart!

Did they forsake thee?

Be debonnaire! Be debonnaire!


Frail little Heart!

I would not...

Poet: