Lovely my dear enchanting,

You have me at your mercy,

Your charms I’m not withstanding,

But we don’t have to hurry.

To kiss your lips, anything,

I’ll cross the farthest ocean,

To give you a wedding-ring,

And other foolish notions.

I love you, it’s obvious,

I feel so dumb and lucky,

Trick or something glorious,

I just think you’re so lovely.