She.
At the altar you took me for better or worse:
Am I worse than you took me for—say,
Silly elf?—
Am I worse than you took me for, say?
He.
For an angel I took you in beauty and worth—
The PRIEST a mere woman has given!
She.
A MAN would prefer a true woman on earth,
To all the bright angels in heaven—
Silly elf!—
To all the bright angels in heaven!
He.
You are ever ready my feelings to hurt
At the veriest trifle, of course.
She.
Forgetting a button to sew on your shirt
You deem a good ground for divorce—
Silly elf!—
You deem a good ground for divorce!