If wishing were getting,
Ah! wouldn't it be fine?
If loving were wooing,
Alice, thou would'st be mine;
Neither wealth nor honor,
Nor gem from the sea,
Can cause such a yearning
As I have for thee.

What need of a ruby
When your cheeks I see?
Those gems 'neath your lashes
Are diamonds to me;
Your forehead's a sapphire,
Beaming 'neath a curl;
Your lips seem a rosebud,
Hiding two rows of pearl.