Last night I saw a peeping,
Red-capped leprechaun,
And when I woke from sleeping,
My silver bowl was gone.

Three times I walked 'round it,
Seeking it in vain,
All at once I found it—
To my near-sight plain.

It's twenty years and twenty,
Since I was a bride,
Sorrows have been plenty
Since my Larry died.

My Nora's child's to marry
In my own wedding-veil—
Will he be young, my Larry?
They say they see me fail.

Only now my sorrow
Was all gone away…
Can it be tomorrow
Will be the last day?

Tomorrow, waked from sleeping,
It will not be that elf
That will be there, peeping,
But my own Larry's self!