What though the world be cross and crooky?
Of Life’s fair flowers the fairest bouquet
I plucked, when I chose thee, my Sukie!
Say, could’st thou grasp at nothing greater
Than to be wedded to a waiter?
And did’st thou deem thy Schmitz a traitor?
Nay! the fond waiter was rejected,
And thou, alone, with flower-bedecked head,
Sitting, did’st sing of one expected.
And while the waiter, crazed and silly,
Dreamed he had won that priceless lily,
At length he came, thy wished-for Willie.
And then thy music took a new key,
For whether Schmitz be boor or duke, he
Is all in all to faithful Sukie!