To the tune of "Loch Lomond" or "Red is the Rose".
Fair are the flowers that blossom in the spring,
Green are the trees in the grove,
Clear is the water that flows through Texas sage.
Ah, but lass, you are fairer than all these!
A bright shining star in the sky you have shown,
To reflect His light you endeavor.
Will you marry me, and I shall be your own?
Wish to be Dunn with me forever?