Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,

Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower,

But I could never sell --

If you would like to borrow,

Until the Daffodil

Unties her yellow Bonnet

Beneath the village door,

Until the Bees, from Clover rows

Their Hock, and Sherry, draw,

Why, I will lend until just then,

But not an hour more!