True, her gown was frayed and ragged, and her
folks were sort of low,
And her brothers swore like demons,” and they
tagged where ’er we’d go,
And my father always scolded me and drove
them all away
Whene ’er they followed Mabel if I asked her np
to play.
But I saw not Mabel’s tatters; for I loved her
sun-browned face,