She’s pleading with them, but her cries are in vain;
They’ve bound her secure and fast;
And vowed she should never see Martin again—
And the lover, “You’re mine at last.”
Her sleep has departed, her food is refused,
But unto the Father she prayed;
While the body of thieves are greatly amused,
Near a glowing fire they’ve made.
A brave of the friendly Saura tribe
Soon heard of the stolen girl;