The thought came to me,
How wonderfully splendid it would be
If I were to buy for my lassie
     A dozen roses.

How happy she would be,
How surprised and full of glee
She would be when she should see
     A dozen roses.

Cheerfully she would receive,
I would joyfully perceive,
And from my clasped hands would leave
      A dozen roses.

Is there such a love
Here on earth or heaven above
That could compare with my love's love of
      A dozen roses from me?