He.⁠ I KNOW a youth who loves a little maid—
⁠(Hey, but his face is a sight for to see!)
Silent is he, for he's modest and afraid—
⁠(Hey, but he's timid as a youth can be!)
She.⁠I know a maid who loves a gallant youth,
⁠(Hey, but she sickens as the days go by!)
She cannot tell him all the sad, sad truth—
⁠(Hey, but I think that little maid will die!)
Both.⁠⁠Now tell me pray, and tell me true,
⁠What in the world should the poor soul do?