We were coming from the picnic,A wand'ring over the land;
The moon was shining brightly,
I held her little--shawl.
Yes, I held her little shawl,
(How fast the evening flies!)
We spoke in tones of love,
I gazed into her--lunch basket.
I gazed into her lunch basket,
I wished I had a taste;
Here sat my loving charmer,
My arm around her--umbrella.
Embracing her umbrella,
This charming little miss,
Her eyes so full of mischief,
I slyly stole a--sandwich.
--Author unknown
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