When I did think on what I'd done
I felt inclin'd for to cut and run.
Her mother was,—oh, horrid fact!
A vile accessory to the act;
For she did urge me on, you see,
To do this here atrocity.
Young men, by me pray a warning take—
Shun woman's company ere 'tis too late;
If you're a-courting, strive your lives to mend,
Pity my sad untimely end.