Just one week before the eve'
When he Sarah would deceive,
Trueman went to see his love,
Who was pretty as a dove.
"Sadie," said he, "sweet is revenge!
Let us now your labor change.
The ones who drove you to your fate,
Away back in the Empire State,
"Are here in Paris this long time,
And live in luxury sublime.
The gold they got from off your kine,
It goes for suppers and for wine.
"In holy wedlock let us wed,
I'll lead you to a bridal bed;
And then in luxury and state
We'll 'tend the ball ere 'tis too late".
I'll humble them in dust and shame!
Ah, Sadie, you were not to blame!
We'll make them wish they'd never sold
Your goods and kine for glittering gold!