BUTTERCUP AND DAISY.
THE Daisy wooed the Buttercup,
Long, long ago;
And now he wears her colors gay
Upon his shield of snow.
True to her love the Daisy is
Wherever he may go.
Long, long ago;
And now he wears her colors gay
Upon his shield of snow.
True to her love the Daisy is
Wherever he may go.
Fair Buttercup, a royal maid
Of high degree,
Lived with her father, lord of all
The lovely broad countrie
That reaches from the mountain top
Of Nowhere to the sea.
Of high degree,
Lived with her father, lord of all
The lovely broad countrie
That reaches from the mountain top
Of Nowhere to the sea.
Now Daisy was of lowly birth
But strong and fair,
And bolder knight there never lived
All noble deeds to dare;
He wooed and won the royal maid
Ere the father was aware,
But strong and fair,
And bolder knight there never lived
All noble deeds to dare;
He wooed and won the royal maid
Ere the father was aware,
And when the old king found it out
An oath he swore,
That if his daughter loved the knight
She was his child no more,
And with her low-born lover might
Go from the castle door.
An oath he swore,
That if his daughter loved the knight
She was his child no more,
And with her low-born lover might
Go from the castle door.
Sweet Buttercup was true of heart
And loved so well,
She rather chose to rove with him
Than as a princess dwell;
And so she followed where he led
Through field, and wood and dell.
And loved so well,
She rather chose to rove with him
Than as a princess dwell;
And so she followed where he led
Through field, and wood and dell.
And that is why in summer-time,
Hand locked in hand,
They wander through our road-side fields
And o'er our pasture-land,
Telling their tale of love and trust
To all who understand.
Hand locked in hand,
They wander through our road-side fields
And o'er our pasture-land,
Telling their tale of love and trust
To all who understand.