Tirzah Ann's summer trip, and other sketches

by Marietta Holley

On matrimony’s cruel sea,

And face its angry gale?

Oh! Betsey Bobbet I’ll remain,

Unless I see my duty plain.

Shall horses calmly brook a halter,

Who over fenceless pastures stray?

Shall females be dragged to the altar

And down their freedom lay?

No! no! B. Bobbet I’ll remain,

Unless I see my duty plain.