when a voice whispered over my shoulder, "I kinder guess yer 've ben asleep an' dreamin', ha'n't yer?"

And Jim Waring's gaze, a-rovin' round the desert as he rode, Settled quickwithout him seemin' To get wise and quit his dreamin' On a shiny ring a-gleamin' where no ring had ever growed.

For, yer see, it sets him dreamin' of Septembers that he knew When he went a cranb'r'y pickin' and a girl went with him, too.