PUT your head, darling, darling, darling, 
   Your darling black head my heart above; 
O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance, 
   Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love? 

O many and many a young girl for me is pining, 
   Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free, 
For me, the foremost of our gay young fellows; 
   But I'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee! 

Then put your head, darling, darling, darling, 
   Your darling black head my heart above; 
O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance, 
   Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?