LADY MAY.
You will know her, by her bonnet with the strings a-blowin’ out,
An’ a laylock she’s a wearin’ in her hair;
You will know her by the sunshine she’s a scatterin’ about,
An’ her whistle in the birches over there.
You will know her by her slippers, an’ the color of her eyes,
An’ the kisses on her pretty poutin’ lips;
You can tell her by her giggle, an’ her look o’ glad surprise,
An’ the dewdrops on her rosy finger-tips.
She’s a-comin’ up the medder, don’t you see her yaller gown?
She’s a-tip toe, an’ a-comin’ right this way,
With a trail o’ joy behind her, an’ a new moon for a crown,
An’ a—bless your heart! why, howdy, Lady May?