Aw, yes, bah Jove. I thought you'd answer “No.”
But still a fellah‘ s got to awsk, you see.
And then there was the chance you might outgrow
That way you had of making fun of me.
Three years in Europe sometimes make a change
In girls like you, who've always been adored;
And when you laughed, I thought it rawther strange.
Aw, I beg pawdon; p'haps you feel, aw — bored.
You do n't? You think it fun — a fellah's pains
At words like yours? You do n't know how they smart.
I know you think I have n't any brains;
But still, Miss Nellie, I've a — I've a heart.