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;