Compared with the light in Katie's eyes, What worth was aught beneath the skies?
Jane courted briskly day by day, If he walked out she walked his way.
Did he sit him down to rest awhile, She looked his way with tender smile.
Did he try to get a word with Kate, Jane was there like the hand of fate.
One day it chanced, as he rode to mill, He met with Kate just under the hill.
Would she mount beside him, ride along? Yes, if he felt 'twould not be wrong.
He helped her up with a trembling arm; Surely the day is close and warm.
Whoa, mare! steady! there's no need for haste With two soft arms about his waist.
Neil—shame on him!—pressed Kate's finger-tips, Then turned about and pressed her lips.
All over the road the blossoms white Scattered themselves in sheer delight.