No. 21 - Song - Violet Lyrics by Willard Spenser

[Violet:] Tell me, daisy, true now,
Tell me, daisy, do now,
Pretty petals falling;
On the last one calling.
Yes, no, yes, no, say, which?
Yes, no, yes, no, nay, which?
Anxious heart this proves me,
Yes, that ah! he loves me.

Thoughts of him come thronging,
Hoping, fearing, longing;
Is he far, or near me?
Will he come to cheer me?
Yes, no, yes, I tremble,
Yes, no, yet dissemble;
Anxious heart this proves me,
Yes, that ah! he loves me.