NO BARGAIN.
We were riding home together,When I told her of my love;It was gentle summer weather,And the moon looked down aboveWith a very bashful brightness,Just as though it wished to say“If I could, for sheer politeness,I would look the other way;”And the little pony trottedOn with such a leisure gait,I believe that he had plottedTo be lazy, kind and late;So I told her how my breast hid—Like a bee within the hive—Love, and hopefully suggestedShe might drive.In her hands the ribbons fluttered,And the pony seemed to knowThere was something tender uttered,And he took it very slow;Then I leaned a trifle nearerTo the maiden at my side,And I told my pretty hearerHow delightful ’twere to rideOn and on with her foreverIf she would but be my wife—How ’twould be my one endeavorTo make happy all her life;And the brief reply that met meIn my memory remainsLike a thorn—“If you will let meHold the reins.”I said,Discreetly, “No.”And soWe didn’t wed.
We were riding home together,When I told her of my love;It was gentle summer weather,And the moon looked down aboveWith a very bashful brightness,Just as though it wished to say“If I could, for sheer politeness,I would look the other way;”And the little pony trottedOn with such a leisure gait,I believe that he had plottedTo be lazy, kind and late;So I told her how my breast hid—Like a bee within the hive—Love, and hopefully suggestedShe might drive.In her hands the ribbons fluttered,And the pony seemed to knowThere was something tender uttered,And he took it very slow;Then I leaned a trifle nearerTo the maiden at my side,And I told my pretty hearerHow delightful ’twere to rideOn and on with her foreverIf she would but be my wife—How ’twould be my one endeavorTo make happy all her life;And the brief reply that met meIn my memory remainsLike a thorn—“If you will let meHold the reins.”I said,Discreetly, “No.”And soWe didn’t wed.
We were riding home together,When I told her of my love;It was gentle summer weather,And the moon looked down aboveWith a very bashful brightness,Just as though it wished to say“If I could, for sheer politeness,I would look the other way;”And the little pony trottedOn with such a leisure gait,I believe that he had plottedTo be lazy, kind and late;So I told her how my breast hid—Like a bee within the hive—Love, and hopefully suggestedShe might drive.
We were riding home together,
When I told her of my love;
It was gentle summer weather,
And the moon looked down above
With a very bashful brightness,
Just as though it wished to say
“If I could, for sheer politeness,
I would look the other way;”
And the little pony trotted
On with such a leisure gait,
I believe that he had plotted
To be lazy, kind and late;
So I told her how my breast hid—
Like a bee within the hive—
Love, and hopefully suggested
She might drive.
In her hands the ribbons fluttered,And the pony seemed to knowThere was something tender uttered,And he took it very slow;Then I leaned a trifle nearerTo the maiden at my side,And I told my pretty hearerHow delightful ’twere to rideOn and on with her foreverIf she would but be my wife—How ’twould be my one endeavorTo make happy all her life;And the brief reply that met meIn my memory remainsLike a thorn—“If you will let meHold the reins.”
In her hands the ribbons fluttered,
And the pony seemed to know
There was something tender uttered,
And he took it very slow;
Then I leaned a trifle nearer
To the maiden at my side,
And I told my pretty hearer
How delightful ’twere to ride
On and on with her forever
If she would but be my wife—
How ’twould be my one endeavor
To make happy all her life;
And the brief reply that met me
In my memory remains
Like a thorn—“If you will let me
Hold the reins.”
I said,Discreetly, “No.”And soWe didn’t wed.
I said,
Discreetly, “No.”
And so
We didn’t wed.