When you would sail, but he believed you’d stay
Because he wrote—you never knew, you say,—
Wrote that in three days’ time, they need not fear,
He’d come and then would marry you, my dear.
You never knew? And he had planned to live
At Glasgow, lessons had arranged to give.
Alas, then to Australia he went out,
All through the land to find you sought about,
And found a trace, which though it left a doubt.
Sufficed to make it still his grief, his joy,