A night in June, A lovely
moon, Beneath the trees two dusky lovers
wooing, He softly sighs, She rolls her eyes, Soon just
like a turtle dove he's sweetly cooing; On those
ruby lips I'd like to press a kiss Lize, Just one or
two, perhaps a few; Can't I take you in my arms, A moment's
bliss, Lize, Just because you are the girl I wants to wed; But she said:
Once more he sighs, I love you
Lize, If I should go just think what you'd be
missing, Then on the breeze, From neath the trees, Came a
noise that sounded just like some one kissing; And a
tender voice said “give me just one more, Lize, That one I
had, made me so glad, Don't you think you better make it three or
four, Lize, And I'll pay them back to you the day we wed;” But she said:
“Coax me, go on and coax me,
If you love me madly, want me badly, Coax me; go on and
coax me, I'll be your tootsie, wootsie, If you'll
Coax me.” “But you must Coax me.”