Dimple-Cheeked And Rosy-Lipped, With His Cap-Rim Backward Tipped, Still In Fancy I Can See Little Tommy Smile On Me - Little Tommy Smith. Little Unsung Tommy Smith - Scarce A Name To Rhyme It With; Yet Most Tenderly To Me Something Sings Unceasingly - Little Tommy Smith. On The Verge Of Some Far Land Still Forever Does He Stand, With His Cap-Rim Rakishly Tilted; So He Smiles On Me - Little Tommy Smith. Elder-Blooms Contrast The Grace Of The Rover'S Radiant Face - Whistling Back, In Mimicry, "Old - Bob - White!" All Liquidly - Little Tommy Smith. O My Jaunty Statuette Of First Love, I See You Yet. Though You Smile So Mistily, It Is But Through Tears I See, Little Tommy Smith. But, With Crown Tipped Back Behind, And The Glad Hand Of The Wind Smoothing Back Your Hair, I See Heaven'S Best Angel Smile On Me, - Little Tommy Smith.