I remember, I remember,
Her dresses, red and white,
Her bonnets and her caps and cloaks,--
They cost an awful sight!
The "corner lot" on which I built,
And where my brother met
At first my wife, one washing-day,--
That man is single yet!

I remember, I remember,
Where I was used to court,
And thought that all of married life
Was just such pleasant sport:--
My spirit flew in feathers then,
No care was on my brow;
I scarce could wait to shut the gate,--
I'm not so anxious now!

I remember, I remember,
My dear one's smile and sigh;
I used to think her tender heart
Was close against the sky.
It was a childish ignorance,
But now it soothes me not
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Then when she wasn't got.