Comes stealin’, whilst you scheme and scheme and scheme
To be where she is, thou ’rt in love! Oh, yes!
When you keep thinkin’ how you’dst squeeze her hand
If sometime thou couldst be her little glove,
And if thou feelst that thou wouldst like to stand,
With only just the frosty stars above,
In some big snowdrift ’neath her window and
Stay there forever, then thou art in love!
