But, Miss, here I'm talking too free.
Excuse me; my thoughts for a minute
Got sort of the better of me.
It was just about Christmas I started;
To me, it was only a name
Till that day when we met, talked and parted,
But since it has not been the same.
For you gave me a new kind of notion
Of the countries and people and such
On the trails that lie over the ocean—