I I Pitched My Day'S Leazings In Crimmercrock Lane, To Tie Up My Garter And Jog On Again, When A Dear Dark-Eyed Gentleman Passed There And Said, In A Way That Made All O' Me Colour Rose-Red, "What Do I See - O Pretty Knee!" And He Came And He Tied Up My Garter For Me. Ii 'Twixt Sunset And Moonrise It Was, I Can Mind: Ah, 'Tis Easy To Lose What We Nevermore Find! - Of The Dear Stranger'S Home, Of His Name, I Knew Nought, But I Soon Knew His Nature And All That It Brought. Then Bitterly Sobbed I That He Should Ever Have Tied Up My Garter For Me! Iii Yet Now I've Beside Me A Fine Lissom Lad, And My Slip'S Nigh Forgot, And My Days Are Not Sad; My Own Dearest Joy Is He, Comrade, And Friend, He It Is Who Safe-Guards Me, On Him I Depend; No Sorrow Brings He, And Thankful I Be That His Daddy Once Tied Up My Garter For Me!