In his hat to shine above them all,
As pride of his kiss would lift my head."
"My daughter, you are too young for love,
Too soon it is for the matron's cap,
For a maiden's smile the world will move,
With lover's tears for joy's good hap."
"
Dearest rose, to each other we're due,
We 'll marry the coming Easter morn,
Believe me, I 'll be more kind to you
Than both your parents since you were born.