And the impish water giggled at his plight.
He reached the other side, he set down the dainty maid;
But he trembled so he couldn’t speak a word.
Then the dainty, dainty maid—“Thank you, Sir! Good-day!” she said.
And the water-bubbles chuckled as they heard.
Oh, she tripped away so lightly, a-Maying in the morn,
That dainty, dainty maiden of degree;
She left the simple country lad a-sighing and forlorn
Where the mocking water twinkled to the sea.