Nobody took any notice of her as she stood on the causey kerb
All eager to sell her honey and apples and bunches of garden herb;
And if she had offered to give her wares and herself with them too that day
I doubt if a soul would have cared to take a bargain so choice away

But chancing to trace her sunburnt grace that morning as I passed nigh
I went and I said, "Poor maidy dear! -- and will none of the people buy?"
And so it began; and soon we knew what the end of it all must be
And I found that though no others had bid, a prize had been won by me