Ah, I didn’t dare to tell her; thought I’d better
hold my jaw,
For I wanted it for Mabel, not for Minnie on the
Hill;
—For a maid in rags and tatters, not a maid in
lace and frill.
Minnie rode behind her ponies; Mabel had a
wooden cart,
But to Mabel went the homage of my foolish
boyish heart.