"I will give to you a large farm
Yonder on the mountain side;
I will give you kine and money,
If you'll be my cousin's bride."
Sarah spake, with dewy eyelids,
To the one she loved so dear:
"Sadie, I am anything but worthy
Of this princely gift, to cheer
"My poor broken, wicked heart,
After I have been so bad;
You should never take my part,
Since I took that which you had."
Yet Sadie, true to her own passion,
Promised deed in fee for all,
If Sarah would wed her own cousin,
Ere the Summer ran to Fall.
So the wedding day was fixed
When the two should be made one,
And their home, as she predicted,
Would be deeded as their own.