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."

She awoke from her nap,

And in her night-cap

She spoke from the window in haste, haste, haste,

"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.

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.”

Then the little maid him eyed

Until he almost cried,

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

With a smile his orrow cures;

At length she says, "I'm yours;

Go and bid the parson bring his book, book, book."