And when I come into the Square,
     Beside the fountain I will stop;
And as to rest I linger there,
     The dames will say: "How do, Grand-pop!
Lucindy Jane with eyes so blue
     Looks more and more like you."

And sure it's pleased as Punch I get,
     And take Lucindy on my knee;
Aye, at the risk of getting wet,
     I blether to the girls a wee:
Then as we have a bottle date
     Home we perambulate.

Gosh! That's the joy of all my day;
     And as I play the part of nurse:
"She's got your nose," I hear them say.
     Thinks I: "Well now, she might have worse."
And how I dream I'll live to see
     A great-grandchild upon my knee,
     Whom folks say looks like me!