A Lover to His Lass

I HAVE a liking, I confess,
For sturdy, clear, emphatic ‘Yes’;
It says what it means and it means what it says,
It takes its place with the Yeas and Nays;
But ‘Yup’ and ‘Yep’ and ‘Yop’ and ‘Yeah,’
Oh, those I do not like, my deah!
They’re slovenly, and ugly too,
And quite unworthy, Sweet, of you.

A question here I fain would ask.
To answer it’s an easy task:
Look in my eyes and tell me true,
Do you love me as I love you?
Ah! don’t say ‘Yep’ or ‘Yop’ or ‘Yup,’
But fill my cup of comfort up,
And all my life with rapture bless,
By simply, sweetly, saying ‘Yes!’