My sweet wee rosie posie dear,
My fairy queen of flowers;
My violet, bright and beautiful,
In childhood's golden bowers.
My little ducksadearie,
'Mong all the gems that shine;
My piccanmy, pure and blest,
Wilt be my valentine?

Tho' I'd not wound my valentine
With Cupid's fiery dart,
I'd like a little corner in
My chickabiddy's heart.
I do not want the little fay
For life to be my rib,
But I'd like a little prayer at night
From Bessie's little crib.