’Twas quite another thing with me;
’Twas diff’rent, very.
We drove to Church, and there I found
Myself the object of each gaze;
I hardly dared to look around,
I felt completely in a maze—
We had to wait, I dropped my hat,
Then split a glove in very flurry,
Grew hot, and wished devoutly that
The rest would hurry.