Like the richest velvet
(I've heard the fairies tell)
Grow the handsome pansies
within the garden wall
When you praise their beauty,
Remember me as well
Think of little Heart's-ease,
the brother of them all!
Come away and seek me
when the year is young,
Through the open ploughlands
beyond the garden wall;
Many names are pretty
and many songs are sung:
Mine because I'm Heart's-ease
are prettiest of all!