Betsy

Some little pink beads,
And a little worn ring.
Lay in a corner,
Attached to a string.

Betsy's breath faded.
As I took from her hand.
These trinkets of love,
To lay on the stand.

Today as I passed them,
A tear from my eye.
Ran down my flushed cheek,
And on them did lie.

I bowed my head low,
And in a moment of bliss.
My warm lips pressed down,
And I touched with a kiss.

O my Betsy, my Betsy,
And the short piece of string.
The pink beads together,
And the worn little ring.


E.P. 1908 - 1989