T’other night we come frum meetin’ an’ I asks her fer a kiss,
En’ I tells her she’s so many that er few she’ll never miss;
En’ she looks up kinder shy-like, an’ she whispers sorter low,
“Jim, I’d ruther that you wouldn’t, but—er well—Oh, I dunno!”
Then I ses, “Now see here, Lindy, I’m er-wantin’ yer ter state
Ef yer thinks yer’ll ever love me, an’ if I had better wait,
Fer I’m tired of this fulein’, an’ I wants ter be yer beau,
An’ I’d like to hear yer sayin’ suthin’ else but I dunno!”
Then I puts my arm around her an’ I holds her close and tight,
En’ the stars away up yander seems er-winkin’ et th’ sight,