Tirzah Ann's summer trip, and other sketches

by Marietta Holley

For Betsey Bobbet I’ll remain,

Unless I see my duty plain.

’Tis vain for you to pine and languish;

I cannot soothe your bosom’s pain.

In vain are all your groans: your blandish-

ments, I warn you, are in vain;

For Betsey Bobbet I’ll remain,

Unless I see my duty plain.

I cannot stanch your bosom’s bleedin’,

Sometimes I am a yieldin’ one,