A Retrospect

I was poor as a beggar,—she knew it,—
But proud as a king through it all;
Though it cost me two dollars to do it,
I took little Meg to the ball.

Mere calico served her for satin;
My broadcloth was made of blue jeans.
Without crest or a motto in Latin,
Meg’s style was as grand as a queen’s.

And we were in dreamland all through it,
And I do not regret it at all;
Though it cost me two dollars to do it,
I took little Meg to the ball.