LADY MAY.
Reading edition
You will know her, by her bonnet with the strings a-blowin’ out, An’ a laylock she’s a wearin’ in her hair; You will know her by the sunshine she’s a scatterin’ about, An’ her whistle in the birches over there. You will know her by her slippers, an’ the color of her eyes, An’ the kisses on her pretty poutin’ lips; You can tell her by her giggle, an’ her look o’ glad surprise, An’ the dewdrops on her rosy finger-tips. She’s a-comin’ up the medder, don’t you see her yaller gown? She’s a-tip toe, an’ a-comin’ right this way, With a trail o’ joy behind her, an’ a new moon for a crown, An’ a—bless your heart! why, howdy, Lady May?