When first I met my darling daisies
down by the garden wall,
I was walking along the street so shady,
I was going for a twilight call.
I'd love to sing and dance among the roses down by the garden wall,
'tis there I'd like to meet my daisies, when I make a twilight call.
She was sleeping in a bed of roses,
dreaming of the by and by,
while the little birds around were singing,
up above the branches so high.
If you want to see a bright-eyed beauty,
bright as the stars that shine,
just come and go with me some evening,
to see that pretty girl of mine.