Ah, what delight it was to me
That Nellie came to woo!
She’d lace my shoes and darn my hose
And mend my shirts, she said;
And grease my comely Roman nose
Each night on going to bed;
She’d build the fires and fetch the coal,
And split the kindling, too—
Love’s perjuries o’erwhelmed her soul
When Nellie came to woo.