The peach-tree looks most maidenly
In blossoms numberless to tell.
The new-wed bride comes to the feast;
She rules both board and kitchen well.

The peach-tree looks most maidenly
Bending with peaches numberless.
The careful bride is at the feast;
She knows the larder and the press.

The peach-tree looks most maidenly
With pretty leaves put forth anew
The watchful bride is at the feast;
She knows her servants through and through.