That was what gave me much pain, when I met you that dance at Rannoch,
Dancing myself too with you, while Katie danced with Donald;
That was what gave me such pain; I thought it all a mistaking,
All a mere chance, you know, and accident,—not proper choosing,—
There were at least five or six—not there, no, that I don’t say,
But in the country about—you might just as well have been courting
That was what gave me much pain, and (you won’t remember that, though),
Three days after, I met you, beside my uncle’s, walking,
And I was wondering much, and hoped you wouldn’t notice,
So as I passed I couldn’t help looking. You didn’t know me.