And quench the voice of death above my grave;
The day star in its flight will answer me.
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,