THE PANSEY
1
O how cruel is the fuel
That would give the heart unrest
Murder feelings sweet revealings
Planting daggers in the breast
Tricolored Pansies lovers fancies
How they shine in their bright hue
Shining Beaux in courting cloaths
Happy all the sunday through
2
Love may languish in its anguish
Pansies they are happy beaux
Sun or rain they feel no pain
Ever in their sunday cloaths
Blue and yellow not their fellow
With them in the garden grows
The sunshine rays sets them a blaze
Pansies Summers happy beaux
3
O how cruel is the fuel
That would give the heart unrest
Murder feelings sweet revealings
Planting daggers i' the breast
Tricoloured Pansies Lovers fancies
How they blaze wi' spangled wing
Shining beaux in courting cloaths
Brightest flowers of all the Spring
4
Tricoloured Pansies Lovers fancies
Bright and beautiful ye are
Blue and yellow not your fellow
In the garden looks so fair
Yellow Blue if love be true
‘God is Love’ to prove it is
Cropt with Posies—Pinks and roses
Pretty Maidens crop you this
