Or else you’ll fall into a snare;
Laid down, I’m very much afraid
For you—a volunteer—old-maid!
He waits but till you’re free from school,
To take you ’neath his lordly rule;
For then he hopes to hear you say,
You’ll “love and honor and obey!”
’Tis naught to you, though wealth and merit
Beyond a doubt he does inherit;
You’re bound to live and die a maid,