Bows the Lily to the rose
will you join me in a dance
You are so beautiful, your lips so red
you must say you will.
Why, good sir, I surely shall
We’™ll make this day our own
though it be our last’  –
and the dance ours as long as memory lives
And the Dragon-fly turned to the bee
Will you share this dance with me?
Why, of’  a certain I shall
Your wings are so handsome set
and glide you where you will
Come then, be my Valentine this day
No matter what folks may say
Tomorrow is so far away!