Then the little man he sat,

A-twirling of his hat,

On the upper step of the door, door, door.

She was really such a time,

That he thought he must resign

All hope of ever seeing her more, more, more.

At length she came to him,

And said, "Little sir, walk in,

And we'll talk this little matter o'er, o'er, o'er.

.

If I consent to be your bride,
Pray, how will you provide

For the things that I shall want by the score, score,

score?"

Then the little man replied,

"I have little else beside

But love that I can offer to you, you, you.

But be not afraid;

For the little that I have

Shall be yours, with a heart that is true, true, true.”