Sweetheart-Lady
De roses lean ter love her an’ des won’t leave de place;
De climbin’ mawnin’-glories sweet-smilin’ in her face;
De twinklin’ pathway know her an’ seem ter pass de word,
An’ de South Win’ singin’ ter her ter match de mockin’-bird.
She sweetheart ter de Springtime,
W’en de dreamy roses stir,
An’ Winter shine lak’ Summer
An’ wear a rose fer her.
“Sweetheart!” sing de Medder, w’en lak’ de light she pass;
De River take de tune up: “Make me yo’ lookin’-glass!”
But des who her true lover she never let ’em know;
De Win’ is sich a tell-tale, an’ de River run on so!
But Springtime come a-courtin’
An’ let de blossoms fall,
An’ Summer say: “I loves you!”
She sweetheart ter ’em ALL!
Frank L. Stanton