[Verse]

Mamah often used to tell me how I'm prudent
It is for girls to let their fancies roam.
And go out walking evenings with a student,
Instead of washing dishes safe at home.

But I never thought my Percy would deceive me:
He seemed as good and faithful as a lamb.
And now doggone it! If he doesn't leave me,
The double faced horn-swoggling little clam:

[Burthen]

I will always love you dearie!
Morning, night and afternoon;
And my heart will be so weary
if we don't get married soon!

Oh I fell for all that old time junk,
Them nights beneath the moon,
Poor prune!

[Verse]

Now I can't enjoy my meals, my heart is broken:
I don't know when I've felt so awful wild.
Ah, since those crool remarks of his was spoken,
I've turned into a woman from a child.

It gets my goat for fair when I remember
Them walks we used to take at close of day.
And how it used to fan Love's burning ember,
When he to me these tender woids would say:

[Burthen]

I will always love you dearie!
With a love that nought can kill;
And my heart will ne'er grow so weary
nor my passion get a chill!

Yes I fell for all the hot air stuff,
That Percy used to spill,
Poor pill!

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