A Disappointment
by
He
“I prithee, tell me wh’re you live?
Oh Maid, so sweet and rare!”
She
“I am ye miller’s daughter, sir,
And live just over th’re”
He
“Of all ye Maids I ever saw,
You are beyond compare.”
She
“Oh; Thank you, sir! Oh; thank you, sir!
Your words are very fair.”
He
“So I w’ld ask you something, now;
If I might only dare.”
She
“Now, you may ask me wh’t you please,
For anything I care.”
He
“Then will you marry me? For we.
W’ld make a goodly pair.”
She
“I thank you sir; your offer, it
Is most extremely rare.
But as I am already wed,
You’r late, sir, for ye Fair.”
At th’s ye Bachelor walked away,
And talked to himself of th’ Lass so gay–
“Her hair is very decidedly red;
And her eyes have somewhat of a cast in her head;
And her feet are large, and her hands are coarse;
And, without I’m mistaken, her voice is hoarse.
‘Tis a bargain of wh’ch I am very well rid;
I am glad, on ye whole, I escaped as I did.”
Howard Pyle