The Young Man Who Used to Live Over the Way.
It's singular-very! how young people meet,
A loving pair used to inhabit our street,
When George met his Sophie 'twas first at a ball,
Where she dazzled the men and enraptured them all;
But George saw her home, all the way to the door.
When she said that she fancied she'd seen him before;
Said he: "Yes, and I've loved you many a day,
I'm the young man who used to live over the way!"
He gave her a kiss, and he bought her a ring,
And he called her a dear little innocent thing,
She made up her mind and got married to-day.
To the young man who used to live over the way.
He'd visit his darling on alternate days,
And wooed her in many affectionate ways,
When he took oil his hat, you could see his hair
Had been parted and brushed with particular care;
In his best Sunday clothes, just as bright as a gem,
He was ready for Sophie at seven P. M.,
And with great satisfaction I gazed once a day
On the young man who used to live over the way.-Chorus.
Each night, they came back, they would stand at the door.
And kiss and canoodle an hour or more,
They used to imagine that no one was near,
But I was quite close, when she called him her dear;
Whenever she kissed him, I firmly aver,
I was fully as close as the lover to her,
And like an eyes-dropper I'd hear all she'd say
To the young man who used to live over the way.-Chorus.
The wedding was one of the grandest on earth,
I wouldn't have missed it for all I was worth;
The lover was eager, the maiden was fond,
Tho' her voice faltered each time she had to respond:
I was so much delighted to think they were wed,
I felt I could almost have stood on my head,
I should certainly not have felt nearly so gay,
Only I'm the young man who lived over the way.-Chorus.