For his offers, though sincere,

'Twas to him very clear,

Were but little to induce her to wed, wed, wed;

The thought was so severe,

That he shed many a tear,

As he laid himself down on his bed, bed, bed.

When the dawn began to peep,

He awoke from his sleep,

And ran to the door of his dove, dove, dove;

If

Said he, "I'm all on fire,

And afraid I shall expire,

you do not come, my love, love, love."

"Will your flames assist a little

To boil water in the kittle,

That some breakfast I may chance for to taste, taste, taste?"

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.

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."

Then the little maid him eyed

Until he almost cried,

So searching and so piercing was her look, look, look.