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We soon shall meet upon that shore
Where love is free from doubt and care,
And you and I shall part no more.”
Loud crew the cock, the shadow fled;
No more her Sandy did she see;
But soft the passing spirit said,
“Sweet Mary, weep no more for me.”’
‘The constant jollity of that boy is worth a fortune to him. He’ll never sink with such a buoyant spirit to keep him afloat through life,’ said Mrs Jo, as the roses were tossed back with much applause when the song ended.
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