If you will be my True-Love,
I'll tell you what I'll do,
I'll ask a little bluebird
To sing a song to you.
When first you see a violet
And softly pricking through
The garden-bed come crocuses
And golden tulips, too,
Then watch! for he'll be coming,
The little bird of blue;
He'll sing, "I love you, Sweetheart,
It's true, true, true!"