Childers, blundering—Granville, old—
Some afraid, some rashly bold;
Wanting all, too much to know:
Ιώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ
If with us you’ll only stay,
In aught else we’ll all give way;
Each shall have (if you’ll show how)
His three acres and a cow;
“Ransom” shall be all the “go:”
Ιώη μοῦ, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ