In the little low room where I courted my wife,
In the little low room where I courted my wife.
The romance of youth lent its rapturous zest,
And fairydom knew no delight like our own;
Our words were but few, but they were the best,
A dialect sweet for ourselves all alone.
So anxious to hear what the other might say,
We neither could utter a word for our life;
Thus the hours, in silence, pass’d quickly away
In the little low room where I courted my wife,