It's a valuable old gew gaw,
I'm skeered, I'd be robbed o' the thing some night,
In the grip of a lawless claw.
"It's a putty gay keepsake, that you've got there,
I'd be glad for sake of poor Jim—"
And he paused, "O yes you may have it," said she,
"Ah! thanks! when I'm back with him.
"I guess he'll be proud to see it, and hear,
That I have presented to you,