My own, my darling charmer!"
"Oh dear," said she, "you're just too late—
I'm married to, I beg to state,
This comfortable farmer!"
"Indeed," the farmer said, "she's mine;
You've been and cut it far too fine!"
"I see," said Todd, "I'm beaten."
And so he went to sea once more,
"Sensation" he for aye forswore,
And married on her native shore