Who'll gird her hero in the strife;
No longer be mere straying cattle,
Find a tender, loving wife,
"Beware the future, howe'er pleasant
Our fondest dream of it may be;
Our freedom, liberty, past and present,
Our pleasures we may cease to see.
"Do not married men remind us,
We, though erring, yet have time,
To amend and leave behind us