What's his heart Sweetheart, Sweetheart!
What's his heart?
Very often I've been told
Of his yellow shining gold
But the gold's the smallest part
Of love, Sweetheart, Sweetheart!
Of a happy love, Sweetheart!
Is it true, my dear, is it true
That his heart's a rusty brown?
Nay my sweetheart do not frown
Better know it's brown and sere
Now than when too late, My dear, my dear
When too late, My dear!