He snatched me up, threw me outside;
But while I was held in his clutches,
My face in his blouse I did hide.
I loved him, I loved him,
That moment I was in his arms, strong arms!
I loved him, I loved him,
That moment I was in his arms!
The third time he said he’d me marry,
This wonderful, wonderful brave!
I then was so robbed of my reason,