Please speak to me pretty lady dear

Every week at the single tree

He hoped to catch a glimpse

She never turned her head just stared

Mournful was her glance

Please speak to me pretty lady dear

I’ll make you sing with glee

Please speak to me pretty lady dear

She sighed a deep pathetic sigh

Sadness made her weep

Oh my goodness she does pine

What has caused her grief

Please speak to me pretty lady dear

I’ll make you sing with glee

Please speak to me pretty lady dear

He placed himself so she could see

the kindness on his face

I’ll do no harm if I sit here

Relax for now with me

Please speak to me pretty lady dear

I’ll make you sing with glee

Please speak to me pretty lady dear

Her eyes softly lowered she glanced up at me

Her grief was too much to bear

Maybe tomorrow at the single tree

Will you sit here by me

Please speak to me pretty lady dear

I’ll make you sing with glee

Please speak to me pretty lady dear