An' up to me she came,
I took a start, to hear her there,
Pronouncin' out me name;
"O Corney, there ye are!" siz she
Wid raal familiar smile,
An' thin begar she took me arm,
Most coaxingly the while;
I fluttered like a butterfly,
That's born the first of May,
Wid pride, as if I had the right