Classic Poem

I.

I tremble to think that my soldier's so bold,
To see with what danger he gets all his gold;
Yet danger all over, 'twill keep out the cold,
And we shall be warm when we're married.

II.

For riches 'tis true that I covet them not,
Unless 'tis to better my dear soldier's lot;
And he shall be master of all I have got
The very first moment we're married.

III.

My heart, how it beats! but to look to the day,
In church when my father will give me away,
But that I shall laugh at, I've heard many say,
A day or two after we're married.