Perhaps you′d like to buy a flower,

But I could never sell –

If you would like to borrow,

<A>⠿U⠿ntil the Daffoldil

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!