The doves wuz softly cooin’,
I heard the clinkin’ of the gate,
When Joe first come a-wooin’.
I stood beside the lilock bush
(The sun was slowly sinkin’);
My cheeks wuz all to once a-blush,
When I heard the gate-latch clinkin’.
Fer Joe he wuz so good an’ kind
(Tho’ such a bashful lover),
No truer friend you’d ever find