Of what I recall, she had dirty feet,

When we met at low tide,

On a sunday shore side,

I knew in an instant,

That she would be my bride,

When I heard her first laugh,

That night in the bath,

I knew even then,

She would be my closest friend,

At her teary eye,

As we lay ‘neath the sky,

I knew without fear,

I would forever hold her dear,

And when I was told,

That day in the cold,

Our time was soon ended,

Her body I tended,

When I am asked since,

What I remember of bliss,

I can only repeat:

Of what I recall, she had dirty feet