Did you see the rascal with the rain-grey eyes ?

He robbed me of my happiness before I knew its worth.

He stole into my garden and took it by surprise,

When midnight hid his wicked ways upon the sleeping earth.

How shall I arrest him, for he took away my


Took away my April 'neath his cloak of steaming rain.

Tho' he left his Summer and a choir of birds that sing,

Nothing will content me for I want my Spring again.