And, as they passed, they gravely eyed each other,
And the blood burned in each heart beating there;
And out into the Bye Street tottered mother,
Without her shawl, in the October air.
'Jimmy,' she cried, 'Jimmy.' And Bessie's hair
Drooped on the instant over Ernie's face,
And the two lovers clung in an embrace.
'O, Ern.' 'My own, my Bessie.' As they kissed
Jimmy was envious of the thing unknown.
So this was Love, the something he had missed,