One Stormy Morn I Chanced To Meet A Lassie In The Town; Her Locks Were Like The Ripened Wheat, Her Laughing Eyes Were Brown. I Watched Her As She Tripped Along Till Madness Filled My Brain, And Then, And Then, I Know 'Twas Wrong, I Kissed Her In The Rain! With Rain-Drops Shining On Her Cheek, Like Dew-Drops On A Rose, The Little Lassie Strove To Speak My Boldness To Oppose; She Strove In Vain, And Quivering Her Fingers Stole In Mine; And Then The Birds Began To Sing, The Sun Began To Shine. Oh, Let The Clouds Grow Dark Above, My Heart Is Light Below; 'Tis Always Summer When We Love, However Winds May Blow; And I'm As Proud As Any Prince, All Honors I Disdain: She Says I Am Her Rain Beau Since I Kissed Her In The Rain.