good morrow to the golden morning,

good morrow to the world’s delight —

i’ve come to bless thy life’s beginning,

since it makes my own so bright!

i have brought no roses, sweetest,

i could find no flowers, dear —

it was when all sweets were over

thou wert born to bless the year.

but i’ve brought thee jewels, dearest,

in thy bonny locks to shine —

and if love shows in their glances,

they have learn’d that look of mine!