At length she sent Word by a Trumpet,
At length she sent Word by a Trumpet,
That if I lik'd the Life,
She would be my Wife,
But she would be no Man's Strumpet.
I told her that Mars wou'd ne'er Marry,
I told her that Mars wou'd ne'er Marry;
I swore by my Scars,
Got in Combates and Wars,
That I'd rather dig Stones in a Quarry.