We don’t cry — Tim and I,
We are far too grand –
But we bolt the door tight
To prevent a friend –
Then we hide our brave face
Deep in our hand –
Not to cry — Tim and I –
We are far too grand –
Nor to dream — he and me –
Do we condescend –
We just shut our brown eye
To see to the end –
Tim — see Cottages –
But, Oh, so high!
Then — we shake — Tim and I –
And lest I — cry –
Tim — reads a little Hymn –
And we both pray –
Please, Sir, I and Tim –
Always lost the way!
We must die — by and by –
Clergymen say –
Tim — shall — if I — do –
I — too — if he –
How shall we arrange it –
Tim — was — so — shy?
Take us simultaneous — Lord –
I — “Tim” — and Me!
