cap;
And much the spurrit moves me—hum!—to—
Poll.......Tye turn tye!
And when the knot is tyed, and you're my blushing
bride,
The damsels will (for leading apes must fright'em,)
tye
The rosy bands with speed. O yes, they will, indeed!
And the chorus at our meeting will be—
Poll.......Tye tum tye!