"No!" said she "That's not the way,
Parted lovers, meet to-day,
'Tis by note, or wire, they say
'On the road, to London.'
"So 'twere best, thou didst by flight,
Take thy footsteps, out of sight,
Lest my love, per fortune, might
Strike the road, to London!
"We've been having shrimps and tea,
He's a champion knock out; He