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Who doth crave a pardon fair Ofyou r * That he thus should early dare
To woo ? Who would draw thec to his heart , There to feel his life thou art—Ever love and never part ? Guess who !
Chorut * Hail to thee St . Valentine ! Thus we own thy power divine . St . Valentine —[ reads ) . THE GARDENER ' S VALENTINE
Great king of spades ! Thou once wert mine , But now thou hast left thy valentine ; Thou cruel rake , how couldst thou soiv ? Hoe Diggory . nay IV'ggory hoe I *
My turn-up nose you would declare Was sweet — my somewhat reddish hair You praised ; and said my heart ease nature Turned you from seek-ale to pot-hater !
I beet-root liked—while I ( said you , ) Beat all the roots that ever grew : Oh hud my hops ne ' er had increase , And this poor heart had bean at pease ! As spare a g oose as e ' er was green Was ne ' er so sickly , sad , and lean : I who through years of this and that Was always such a marrowfat !
But now all Jiops have ceased to sprout , And care my heart has raten out ; Oh ! when I green in earth shall be , Thou'lt heave a scyUie , and thiuk of tue I
Then will thy false heart spring a lreky Thy two lips breuk with feverish streak , Till o ' er the shoot * that bring thy" pelf , Thou'lt be a shouting of thyself I Be sage in thyme ! This is no frolic } Beware sad fruits so meWn-cbolic 1