For I’ve got an umbrella”—Tol ol ol.
Quick flew the shelter over Miss;
Now Simon was a droll one,
He thought this was the time to kiss,
So from her lips he stole one.
She blushed;—the rain left off, and he
The umbrella closed for draining;
“Oh don’t,” says she, “I plainly see,
It hasn’t left off raining.”—Tol ol ol.
Now Simon when he smoked the plan,