If I were gusty April now, br How I would blow at laughing Rose; br I'd make her ribbons slip their knots, br And all her hair come loose. br br If I were merry April now, br How I would pelt her cheeks with showers; br I'd make carnations, rich and warm, br Of her vermillion flowers. br br Since she will laugh in April's face br No matter how he rains or blows -- br Then O that I wild April were, br To play with laughing Rose.