Oh let who will, oh let who can,
Be tied unto, a horrid male man.
Thus said I ere my tendeh heart was touched;
Thus said I ere my tendeh feelings gushed;
But, oh! a change hath swept o’er me,
As billows sweep the deep blue sea;
A voice, a noble form, one day I saw,
An arrow flew, my heart is nearly raw.
His first pardner sweetly lies beneath the turf.
He is wandering, now, in sorrow’s briny surf;