Jack and Jill were climbing up the hill,
Jack said, “Jill I’m crazy,”
Jill she picked a daisy,
Pinned it on his coat and said, “Be still,”
Then picked it all apart as maidens will.
“One, he loves me, two, he loves me not,
two he loves me not,”
Jack said, “Tommy Rot!
If you’ll marry me right on the spot,
I’ll just tell you what:”
You won’t have to pick any daisies apart
to find out whether I love you,
You won’t have to look up your dreams in a book,
to find out if your boy’s true blue;
We may have our scraps and maybe perhaps,
I may have to spank you too!
But you won’t have to pick any daisies apart
to find out whether I love you.
Jack and Jill were climbing down the hill,
Jack said, “Make it June, dear”
Jill said, “That’s too soon, dear,”
What they meant I couldn’t guess until
I took a second look at joyful Jill.
On her finger shone a solitaire,
Jack had put it there,
“Three month’s pay, I swear!”
Jill said, “It’s a daisy, I declare,”
Jack said, “while it’s there.”
Cobb, Will D. and Hirsch, Louis A., "You Won't Have to Pick Any Daisies Apart to Find Out Whether I Love You" (1912). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 1750.
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