And caught me in my dishabille,
Much against my wayward will;
For I had hoped she’d find me clean,
That she might then and there have seen
How well I’d look in city guise.
Why did she take me by surprise?
The Diamond State was then our home,
And aunty came from Quakerdom,
A-looking prim and quite severe,
But still, I felt I needn’t fear,