"Mother, do you hear my lover's vow,
Believe me, my pearl will be my life.
Dear mother, let me go to him now,
I die to tell him I'll be his wife."
"My darling, don't trust to young men's speech,
He 'll love you while you are not his own,
But marriage its sorry lore will teach,
With a cudgel's blow to make you groan."
"I have seen my father beat you too,
But for all his blows you love him dear;