We may ne’er meet adain;
We may ne’er woam togedder
Down ’e dear ole shady lane.
Uvver years may bwing us sowow
Yat our ’arts but yittle know;
But if tare we s’ould not bo’wow,
Tum an’ tiss me ’fore I go.
“Ah! yittle sweet’art, tum an’ tiss me,
Tum an’ whisper sweet an’ low;
Tell me yat oor ’art will miss me