Hush’d the sound of daylight bustle,

Closed the pink-eyed Pimpernel.

As adown the moss-grown wood path

Where the cattle love to roam,

From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party,

I was seeing Nellie home.

Chorus.—In the sky the bright stars glitter’d,

On the grass the moonlight shone,

From Aunt Dinah’s quilting-party

I was seeing Nellie home.