With Mabel Nutting

In the golden autumn sunshine,

     With a joyous step and tread,

Do I go with Mabel nutting,

     Where the chestnut branches spread.

Mabel laughs and Mabel frolics,

     Mabel singeth like a dove;

And she doesn’t fill her basket,

     But she fills my heart with love.

Nuts are brown and plenty,

     Skies are blue and white;

But Mabel is the picture,

     That captivates me quite.

Through the woods I stroll with Mabel,

     To the winding homeward lane;

With the promise in my bosom,

     That I’ve tried so long to gain.

Mabel laughs and Mabel frolics,

     Mabel rompeth, and is coy;

Mabel hasn’t filled her basket,

     But she’s filled my heart with joy.

Nuts are brown and plenty,

     Skies are blue and white;

But Mabel is the picture,

     That captivates me quite.

Sept. 6, 1895

Detroit Free Press,

Oct. 24, 1895