Classic Poem

I've not seen a piano for many a day,
My heart has grown callous, my head has grown grey;
'Tis an old faded letter these memories bring,
And I'm thinking to-night of the " Kiss in the Ring " .
Kiss in the Ring —
Kiss in the Ring —
O it makes me remember old " Kiss in the Ring " .

We drove down the gullies, we drove down the creek,
We drove round the sidings, we drove round the Peak
Carts, buggies and horses — the Bush girls to bring
To laugh with us there in sweet " Kiss in the Ring " .
Kiss in the Ring —
Kiss in the Ring —
I remember the days of sweet " Kiss in the Ring " .

And now I think sadly if all should be right,
And now I think sadly of all done to-night.
She is under the turf, where all memories cling —
And the angels dance with her to " Kiss in the Ring " .
Kiss in the Ring —
Sweet Kiss in the Ring —
And the angels dance with her to " Kiss in the Ring " .