I blush’d, he follow’d, met me ev’ry day,
’Till I became, at last, his destin’d prey.
Yet, oh! what vows, what oaths, did he prepare,
Before I fell into his baneful snare;
He call’d me wife, swore I should be his bride,
With protestations, very high beside;
Beg’d to my parents I would nothing tell,
If that I wish’d his love and person well.
His friends were pow’rful, and I soon comply’d,
For what he ask’d, then could not be deny’d;