1. I
saw a youth and maiden on a lonely city street, And
thought them lovers, at their meeting place;. . . . . Un-
-til, as I drew near, I heard the girl's sad voice entreat The
one who heeded not her tear-stained face. “I
only ask you, Jack, to do your duty, that is all. You
know you promised that we should be wed.”. . . . . And
when he said, “You shall not want, whatever may befall,” She
spurned the gold he offered her and said:. . . . .
2. He
drew her close unto him and to soothe her then he tried, But
she in pride and sorrow turned away,. . . . . And
as he sought to comfort her, she wept and softly sighed, “You'll
rue your cruel actions, Jack, some day”. . . . . “Now,
little one, don't cry,” he said “for though tonight we part, And
though another soon will be my bride,. . . . . This
gold will help you to forget,” but with a breaking heart, She
scorned his gift and bitterly replied:. . . . .
“Take back your gold, for gold can never buy me; Take back your bribe, and
promise you'll be true; Give me the love, the love that you'd deny me;
Make me your wife, that's all I ask of you!”