Down the lane, as I went humming, humming,
Who should I see coming
But May Marjory!
“What was that I heard you humming, humming,
As you saw me coming?
Prithee, tell!” said she.
“Oh,” I smiled, “I was just humming, humming,
As I saw you coming
Where boughs met above,—
And the crickets kept on thrumming, thrumming,