My Lovely Ladies

Go through the park, but your mate comes back
With a little bundle of Veronica Speedwell.
Do not, oh my lovely ladies, cry to him
"That's a weed!" for his heart may be broken
And he may not bring you the dandelion
Or the wild violet, or the daisy either.
Know, it was on his heart to bring you
This blue flower in the first months of spring.
For, you were on his heart and mind.