To Gretna-Green, or sons rebellious grown;
Quarrels and fires arose; - and it was plain
The times were bad; the Saints had ceased to reign!
A few yet lived, to languish and to mourn
For good old manners never to return.
Jonas had sisters, and of these was one
Who lost a husband and an only son:
Twelve months her sables she in sorrow wore,
And mourn’d so long that she could mourn no more.
Distant from Jonas, and from all her race,