Well, maybe that might tire ’im just a bit,
But oh, he’d find it! Oh, trust him for that!
He’s been all round the world—and lost his way
Through coming ’ome. Yes, yes, he’s coming ’ome.
Ah! Now I see ’im. Yes, I’m ’ere, I’m ’ere!
Waiting for yer,—waiting—expecting yer.
Ah, never mind. Though yer don’t love me, still
It’s back to me you come! Yer can’t ’elp that
That’s ’ow God made yer. That’s why He made me.
No! I can’t reach yer. No, he’s got my hand,