| Hold Monster, hold! forbear, forbear! Thou shalt not take her life; To me she is a sister dear, To this brave man a wife. |
| I heard a noise of men and boys, The watchman's rattle too; And fire they cry; and then cry'd I, Oh dear! what shall I do. |
| Unhappy youth! what hast thou done, Why urge thy steed so fast? Alas! I hear him scream and groan; Ah me! he breathes his last. |
| Here Cinderella you may see, Weeping o'er her destiny; Her sisters to the Ball are gone, And she is left to toil alone. |
