perchance I should approach him

daintily, at first, and, timid, say hello

shamrocks in our hearts, we’ll speak

for a time of jolly things

shall we dance, he’ll ask

and with viscaria, us two will take to the floor

he loves me, he loves me not
should I go or should I not?

perchance he will approach me

with lilies I shall pose before him

majoram in our hearts, we’ll eat

he’ll touch the wine glass to my lips

shall we dance, he’ll ask

and with viscaria, us two will take to the floor

he loves me, he loves me not
should I go or should I not?

perchance he will notice me

here behind the secrecies

but dill weeds are in his heart

the dahlias have caught him first

shall we dance, he asks her

and with viscaria, the two take to the floor

he loves me, he loves me not;
I could have gone but I did not.