George. [Heaving a sigh.] That’s it.
Jessie. Go on, Joan, I do like the sound of it.
Clara. Shall I go on with the song, George?
George. As you please.
Clara.
“Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind,
Sometimes I think I’ll go to my love
And tell to him my mind.”
“And if I would go to my love
My love he will say nay
If I show to him my boldness
He’ll ne’er love me again.”
Jessie. When her love was hid a-hind of the bushes and did hear her a-singing so pitiful, what did he do then?
Clara. I don’t know, Jessie.
Jessie. I reckon as he did come out to show her as he knowed all what she did keep in her mind.