Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing,
When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth of spring,
Come, sweetheart, be my sweetheart And wear this posy-ring
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart In the mellow golden
O Sweetheart, hear you Your lover's tale;
A man shall have sorrow When friends him fail
For he shall know then Friends be untrue And a little ashes Their words come to
But one unto him Will softly move And softly woo him In ways of ...
Holding Her In My Heart
Hold my hands sweetheart
For a life of happiness
And joy together