We sat under an old thorn-tree br And talked away the night, br Told all that had been said or done br Since first we saw the light, br And when we talked of growing up br Knew that we'd halved a soul br And fell the one in t'other's arms br That we might make it whole; br Then peter had a murdering look, br For it seemed that he and she br Had spoken of their childish days br Under that very tree.