An' around his neck some rings
Ov berries from the trees, sor,
An', sez Oi, "It seems to me,
By the manner of his dressin',
It's most loikely he's a she."
She waz that, an' by the same, sor,
When Oi bowed and raised me hat,
She jist flung her arms around me,
And then down beside me sat.
Oi could see she'd fell in love, sor,