With vows, protestations, and praise.
If, present, there be such a lass,
And tho’ but one chemise to her back,
I’ll take her to Gretna’s green grass,
On swift Pegasus poet’s old hack.
The life that is merry and short,
Crop’s reason and passions approve,
A life of all lives, ’tis the sort
To give life to the woman we love.
So Crop’s determin’d to marry,