The Little He And She.

Once there lived, I'm not sure where,
    May be Arcadee,
Sweet-Heart and his mistress fair,
    Little He and She;

And they danced a measure light,
    Danced in very glee.
Hand in hand, a pretty sight,
    Little He and She.

When they ceased his bright eyes fell,
    Darling must we stay?
Can't we dance so happily
    You and I for aye?

Then she clasped his hand again,
    Whispered sweet and low,
"Dearest, always hand in hand
    You and I will go."

So they danced with merry feet,
    E'en in Arcadee,
Happier pair you ne'er will meet,
    Little He and She.