He's got such common sense an' that, he'd tip me what to say.
But I'm not nervous, not a bit; I'll do it my own way. …
I seen her by the sassafras, the sun was on her hair;
An' I don't know what come to me to see her standin' there.
I never even lifts my hat, I never says "Good day"
To her that should be treated in a reel respectful way.
I only know the girl I want is standin' smilin' there
Right underneath the sassafras. I never thought I'd dare,
But I holds out my arms to her, an' says, as I come near—
Not one word of that speech of mine—but, "Oh, you pretty dear !"
It was enough. Lord save a man! It's simple if he knew.
There's one way with a woman if she loves you good an' true.
Next moment she is in my arms; an' me ? I don't know where.
If Heaven can compare with it I won't fret much up there.
"Why, Mister Jim," she says to me. "You're very bold," says she.
"Yes, miss," I says. Then she looks up—an' that's the end of me. …
"O man!" she cries. "O modest man, if you go on like this—"
But I interrupt a lady, an' I do it with a kiss.
