She said to him beneath the tree,
“Well, I’ll love you if you love me.”
The kiss he gave with love did burn,
She gave him ditto in return.
Arthur Neale’s Page
I joined a Frisco schooner—a good ship, I was told;
Bound for Sydney, New South Wales, with lumber in the hold.
We’d left the South behind, boys; began to feel the swell,