I will not have the mad Clytie, br Whose head is turned by the sun; br The tulip is a courtly queen, br Whom, therefore, I will shun; br The cowslip is a country wench, br The violet is a nun; - br But I will woo the dainty rose, br The queen of everyone. br br The pea is but a wanton witch, br In too much haste to wed, br And clasps her rings on every hand br The wolfsbane I should dread; - br Nor will I dreary rosemary br That always mourns the dead; - br But I will woo the dainty rose, br With her cheeks of tender red. br br The lily is all in white, like a saint, br And so is no mate for me - br And the daisy's cheek is tipped with blush, br She is of such low degree; br Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves, br And the broom's betrothed to the bee; - br But I will plight with the dainty rose, br For fairest of all is she.