Loveland is fair to see,
Of all kind havens best,
Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.
Here flowers bloom for thee,
Thy feet are rose-caressed,
Loveland is fair to see.
The violets shall be
Thy soft and fragrant nest,
Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.
Thou shalt not lack for glee,
Here life is but a jest;
Loveland is fair to see.
None shall be glad as we;
Ah, grant me my behest,
Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.
Now would I ask my fee,
Thy red heart I request;
Loveland is fair to see,
Dwell here, my Sweet, with me.