I dreamt last night, a bad ces to my deaming, I'd die if I thought 'twould come surely to pass. I dreamt as the tears down my pillow were rolling, that Teddy was courting another fair lass. And did'nt I wake with a weeping and wailing, the pain in my heart was too deep to conceal, My mother cried ' Norah dear, what is your ailing' but all I could answer was' Teddy ONeill'.