How face my infuriate father—
My property mortgaged and gone?
For darkly his anger will gather;
I've hardly a rag to put on.
Thine int'rest I cannot repay thee,
And gone are my coat and my hat;
Thou hast all my duds—I could slay thee!
Oh! how could I be such a flat?
I brought thee each gift of my mother,
Each gift of my generous aunt;