When at last the nuptial greeting
Was received on every hand,
The sage, St. Lawrence, came to their meeting,
The last one left of their quartet band.
The wedding knot was duly tied,
And the folk were feeling gay;
They were now made happy groom and bride,
Starting out in life's pathway.
When the ceremony was over,
And the gifts they were bestowing—
Bridal gifts as sweet as clover—
Sadie, with her rich hair flowing,
Called the old 'Squire of the city
That to witness of her signing
The transfer of title fair,
To the land that lay up there;
When, to her surprise and chagrin,
Father St. Lawrence, with gentle voice,
Told her that she could not bargain,
For she had not even choice.