When we went out to take the air,
My dearie love, my heart's delight
Had crimson poppies in her hair,
But O, her cheeks were white.

We watched the sunset doff his crown,
The silver moon shine overhead;
Then I looked up, and she looked down,
And ne'er a word we said.

And then it seemed a thousand years;
And then I said, “It's fair and mild,”
And looking down I saw my dear's
Blue eyes, and O, they smiled.

We sat as still as still could be
And smiled till love was clean confessed,
And then I drew her close to me
And hid her in my breast.

When we went out, my heart's delight
Had crimson poppies in her hair;
When we went in, her cheeks so white
Had lovely poppies there.