As he waited on you from spellin’ school,

My anguish spurned all curb and rule,

My manhood cried, “be calm! forbear!”

Else I should have tore out my hair;

For Tirzah Ann,

I was a meloncholly man.

As I walked behind, he little knew

What danger did his steps pursue;

I had no dagger to unsheath,

But fiercely did I grate my teeth;