An’ the world was bright and merry,
An’ the little birds, a-wing,
Were as happy as the sunshine,
But it didn’t seem like spring.
Then I thought how once she told me
She was “goin’ abroad some day,”
An’ she said, “I’m good for nothin’,
An’ I’m sort of in the way.”
Well, she wasn’t very handsome,
But if God e’er made a crown