To see the pony step aside, so wise,
But Jimmy sighed, thinking of Anna's eyes.
And when he stopped his shovelling he looked
Over the junipers towards Plaister way,
The beauty of his darling had him hooked,
He had no heart for wrastling with the clay.
'O Lord Almighty, I must get away;
O Lord, I must. I must just see my flower,
Why, I could run there in the dinner hour.'
The whistle on the pilot engine blew,