The Engineer's Love-Song

O the days were bleak and dark, Sweet Miss Annie Cut, Ere thy charms I chanced to mark. Sweet Miss Annie Cut. O the days were lone and drear Ere I chanced to wander here As thy blissful Engineer, Sweet Miss Annie Cut.

Ne'er shall I forget the hour, Sweet Miss Annie Cut, When my heart first owned thy power, Sweet Miss Annie Cut; When, while turbidly and wide Boiled the Kristna's swollen tide, Thee, O lovely nymph, I spied, Sweet Miss Annie Cut.

Amorous waters o'er thee swept, Sweet Miss Annie Cut, Flash'd and surged and whirl'd and leapt Sweet Miss Annie Cut. Thou, O queenly maid, the while Seated on thy throne-like pile, Awed them with thy granite smile, Sweet Miss Annie Cut.

O silent nymph, through shower through shine, Sweet Miss Annie Cut, Bought by that smile, this heart is thine, Sweet Miss Annie Cut. Day by day I watch thy face, Watch thy slender form of grace, Watch thee growing in thy place, Sweet Miss Annie Cut.

When waves, drought-wasted, languidly, Sweet Miss Annie Cut, Creep to thee for one kiss,—then die, Sweet Miss Annie Cut, Or when the rash Monsoon comes down With hurrying eddies tumbling brown That blanch to foam before thy frown, Sweet Miss Annie Cut,—

Thy changeful beauty makes me glad! Sweet Miss Annie Cut, O marble-browed, O apron-clad, Sweet Miss Annie Cut! Charmed into meekness at thy sight Proud streams dispense their wealth aright; The land rejoices in thy might, Sweet Miss Annie Cut!

Their blue-eyed loves let others sing, Sweet Miss Annie Cut, And deem thee but a stony thing, Sweet Miss Annie Cut,— Ever to me shalt thou be dear, Thee will I sing from year to year; O love thy loving Engineer, Sweet Miss Annie Cut!