And while Miss Grace invites her beau
With her at eve to wander,
The goose, whose quill she gently wields,
Is gone to meet her gander.
Since birds and beasts don't die for love,
T'were sillier than a goose,
Because I can't tie Hymen's knot,
To dangle in a noose.
Fresh bonds I'll seek, tho' I should roam
From England to Owhyee: