The fifteenth day of July!"
With a face that was softly saddened,
Sweet Dorris looked up and said,
As she ravelled a bit of tangle,
And twisted again her thread,
"Nay, nay, I must do my spinning;
It wouldn't be kind or right
That the loom should be kept a-waiting;
My hanks must be done to-night.
So the frolicsome maidens left her,