Well, not one will gainsay you nor blame you, For your wishes are ever fulfilt; And how proudly your father will claim you, When arrayed in a tartan and "tilt"!
And your mother will certainly further The hopes that her Ethel has built; You have only to ask to ensure their Fulfilment concerning the "tilt."
And I--(Oh! I know I don't count, dear, And for speaking acknowledge my guilt, For my wishes to nothing amount, dear,) I would rather you hadn't a "tilt."
For although thou wilt take us by storm, dear, Looking sweet, as thou certainly wilt, Yet, you know, it is very bad form, dear, And not English to wish for a "tilt."
And I thought, (but of course was mistaken, For my hopes lie around me all spilt), That my Ethel would never awaken To sigh for a Hielander's "tilt."
None the less will I try to be glad then, Nor let courtesy play me the jilt; Though I know that my heart will be sad when Little Ethel is wearing her "tilt".
Dear little Ethel, Child that I love, Come, as an angel, Down from above.
Golden-rayed tresses, Shining and bright, Inviting caresses, Mirroring light.
Eyes blue and tender, Beaming with joy. Who would offend her? Who would annoy?
Ripple thy laughter! Bubble thy glee! Loud will the rafter Echo to thee.
Clinging to mother, Set on her knee; She has no other Dearer than thee.
Slave thou hast bound her; Nestles thine arm, Twining around her, Telling thy charm.
Innocent speeches Silencing strife; Hallowed each is: Pearls of a life.
Come, come and kiss me, Child of my heart. Oh! I would miss thee Were we to part.
God in His mercy Shelter my dove, Dear little Ethel, Child that I love.
Well, Douglas, I'm sorry you've got to be homing, Though I grant it's unwise to continue your roaming, But the evening's to spare ere you drop me astern, So come up to my room and indulge in a yarn.
Here's tobacco in plenty--"Gold Flake," very good; No "Birdseye," or "Honeydew," that's understood. But this isn't bad, though a stranger to you-- (Here is Dick: Bring up ginger and whiskey for two).
And now take a seat, there are two, as you see, The red rocker for you and the other for me. Don't demur, for no guests will arrive, I am sure; If they do, why there's room on the bed or the floor.