"Have I, Betty, have I?"
"’Twas on merry Valentine morn, you saw my pretty one."
"So ’twas."
"When thrushes and blackbirds do maäte."
"So they say."
"Take it for a sign, will 'ee?"
"I will."
"And say when you come to her and have sent that wagabone packing off to his Lunnon, say the linnets are piping away down in Hampshire, will 'ee?"
"I will."
"Say that us'll soon be harking for the cuckoo in the greenwood, and look see, give her this; 'tis a little white daisy I picked. Bid her look ’tes none the less beautiful because the edge of her petals are gone red wi' the cold March wind. ’Tes a däisy, the same as before—a little white däisy."