That tears would burst from my eye-lid,
Did not my stern manhood forbid;
For Tirzah Ann,
I am a meloncholly man.
I scorn my looks, what are fur hats
To such a wretch; or silk cravats;
My feelin’s prey to such extents,
Victuals are of no consequence.
Oh Tirzah Ann,
I am a meloncholly man.