Lady, lady, never start
Conversation toward your heart
Keep your pretty words serene
Never murmur what you mean
Show yourself, by word and look
Swift and shallow as a brook
Be as cool and quick to go
As a drop of April snow
Be as delicate and gay
As a cherry flower in May
Lady, lady, never speak
Of the tears that burn your cheek
She will never win him, whose
Words had shown she feared to lose
Be you wise and never sad
You will get your lovely lad
Never serious be, nor true
And your wish will come to you
And if that makes you happy, kid
You'll be the first it ever did