Lady, if you'd slumber sound
Keep your eyes upon the ground
If you'd toss and turn at night
Slip your glances left and right
Would the mornings find you gay
Never give your heart away
Would they find you pale and sad
Fling it to a whistling lad
Ah, but when his pleadings burn
Will you let my words return?
Will you lock your pretty lips
And deny your finger-tips
Veil away your tender eyes
Just because some words were wise?
If he whistles low and clear
When the insistent moon is near
And the secret stars are known
Will your heart be still your own
Just because some words were true?
Lady, I was told them, too!