"Now, my daughter, not one farthing
Of this vast and rich estate
Has been left unto True's darling,
Now, I tell you, 'tis not too late.
"All this land you tho't was yours
By inheritance of your blood,
Was bequeathed by your dear father
To one you never thought he would".
Now, I've brought the Judge of Probate
As an honored guest of mine,
That he might reveal the truth,
That it might be writ in rhyme.
Then, to soothe the disappointment,
The old judge with silvery hair
Drew from 'neath his outer garment,
Two old papers kept with care.
One was read by him to Sadie,
Where her father had endowed
All his lands, and kine and money
On the one who made her proud.