I’ll be sure to wake up if our Bridget pulls the string that I’ll tie to my toe,
And I’ll crawl through the fence and I’ll gather the ‘Johnny Jump-ups’ as they grew
Round her feet the first day that I saw her, and, Papa, I’ll give them to you.
“For you’re a big man, and you know, Pa, can come and go just where you choose,
And you’ll take the flowers into her and surely they’ll never refuse;
But, Papa, don’t say they’re from Johnny; they won’t understand, don’t you see;
But just lay them down on her bosom, and, Papa, she’ll know they’re from me.”
Bret Harte.
