When this document was ended,
And was handed to Trueman,
The old sage, St. Lawrence, pretended
That he enjoyed youth again.
"Read, Judge! read your other paper!
Tell my daughter here the truth;
Tell her what their anxious fathers
Did for them while in their youth."
When the document was ended,
With tears showering down her face,
Sadie, kisses, sweetly blended,
While she held him in embrace.
Long their fortunes had been blended
By the signatures alone
Of their fathers in their child days,
As they played around their home.
"True, my dear; O will you come here?
Sign this deed! Come quick, O do;
Carry out my simple wishes;
Sarah is my friend, so true."