THE FOOT-PRINT IN THE SAND.
Along the beach at Rockaway,
One pleasant day I strolled,
Listening to the breakers' roar,
As on the beach they rolled.
I was straying on quite leisurely
Along the shell strewn shore,
When I saw a maiden, young and fair,
Tripping lightly on before.
She was graceful, tall and fair,
With a wealth of golden hair;
She was possessed of every charm,
She'd the prettiest foot in the land;
I knew it well, for there I saw
Her foot-print in the sand.
I started quickly after her,
When her eyes on me she turned;
She seemed to pierce me to the heart.
With the fire of love I burned.
Her form was tall and graceful,
Like a swan along she'd glide;
Not many moments had elapsed
Ere I was at her side. -Chorus.
For hours we talked and walked along,
'Till the day away had flown;
When I left her at the cottage door
My heart was not my own.
I told her so, and asked her hand,
How her brilliant eyes did shine;
And her head dropped gently on my breast
When she promised to be mine.-Chorus.