BUTTERCUP TALK.
I'LL hold the buttercup under your chin
so, you fair little baby-o!
Ah, you will love butter, day out and in, for
there's a gold light on your dimple-o:
And you shall have butter so good and sweet.
Ho! Silverhorn, feed on the clover and
grass,
For the buttercup says my love will love but-
ter, and the buttercup's saying will come
to pass!
