I swore my love should never fall
For her, the one entrancing she;
I promised marriage, I recall,
And said none was more dear to me.
But soon this love began to fall,
And all her joy was turned to gall;
Till from the beak there came a call
To mind me that in times of glee
                                I swore.

At court all men she did enthrall,
Myself was left no room to crawl;
She won the case. When I did see
Five thousand was the hellish fee,
Why — hang it — then, confound it all,
                                I swore.