Sweet Blue-Eyed Maid
by William Henry Gardner

Sweet blue-eyed maid,
Where goest thou?
Art thou afraid,
To meet me now?
Come tell me pray,
Who hath thy heart?
Or doth it beat
Without love’s smart?
Ha, ha! thy cheeks,
Say thou art mine,
No lover seeks a truer sign,
Thy cheeks say thou art mine.
Dear heart I know
Thou lov’st but me,
Thine eyes say so,
They speak for thee.
Thy cheeks say thou art mine.
I know thou lov’st but me.