Con tenerezza.
Oh, larks, and ro(w)ses
On the shining river;
Silver water-lilies, love;
Love will last for ever!
But the blooms turn'd to apples for urchins to munch,
And the roses were sold at a penny a bunch,
And the larks were served up for an Alderman's lunch,
Dead and cold, love;
And the lustre has faded from tresses and cheek,