And Jessie’s fickle heart beat high,
As she caught the stranger’s glancing eye:
And when he smiled, “Ah, well,” thought she,
“I wish this Knight came courting me!”
He took two steps towards her seat—
“Wilt thou be mine, O Maiden sweet?”
He took her lily-white hand, and sighed,
“Maiden, Maiden, be my bride!”
And Jessie blushed, and whispered soft—