And I've got a petticoat suits my degree,
And I'll ne er love a married man till his wife dee.''
"Oh, charming Mollee, lend me then your pen-knife,
And I will go home, and I'll kill my own wife;
I'll kill my own wife, and my bairnies three,
If you will but love me, my charming Mollee!"
"Oh, noble Sir Arthur, it must not be so,
Go home to your wife, and let nobody know;
For seven long years I will wait upon thee,
But I'll ne'er love a married man till his wife dee.''