Aand In The End, Having My Freedom,

Dost Thou Think, Because Thou Art Virtuous, There Shall Be No More Cakes And Ale?

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.

God Mark Thee To His Grace! Thou Was The Prettiest Babe That E'er I Nursed. And Might I Live To See Thee Married Once, I Have My Wish.

God Bless Thee; And Put Meekness In Thy Breast, Love, Charity, Obedience, And True Duty!