Then Smith came up, by merest chance,
And Amy, with a withering glance,
Drove off, nor longer tarried;
Leaving me there to walk, to fill
My cup - Well, well, I 'm heart-whole still! -
And so they 're to be married.
C. A. M.
Then Smith came up, by merest chance,
And Amy, with a withering glance,
Drove off, nor longer tarried;
Leaving me there to walk, to fill
My cup - Well, well, I 'm heart-whole still! -
And so they 're to be married.
C. A. M.