I'd be a butterfly born in a bower, Where roses and lilies and violets meet. - Thomas Haynes Bayly

Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago, long, long ago.

I've now got the music book ready,
Do sit up and sing like a lady
A recitative from Tancredi,
And something about "Palpiti!"
Sing forte when first you begin it,
Piano the very next minute,
They'll cry "What expression there's in it!"
Don't sing English ballads to me!

Oh, I have roamed o'er many lands, And many friends I've met;
Not one fair scene or kindly smile Can this fond heart forget.