That my money had ruined my mind,
That I'd not left a pleasure untasted,—
Had been a disgrace to mankind!
And now she's to marry another,—
A poor man, but honest and strong,
Who had never a passion to smother,
And never a chance to do wrong.
He loves her. They'll all think it funny
I don't curse him and kill him, old fel;
But she loves him. I've left him my money,—