When forced to quit his native land
young William bade farewell,
as Susan fondly wrung his hand,
her tears in torrents fell;
and soft she sighed, her anxious heart
with many a fear beset:
"Oh! would we were not now to part
or that we ne'er had met!"

Dame fortune smiled on William's pains
and [bless'd]1 his growing store;
now gone three years, his honest gains
to Susan's feet he bore.
"Nor think," he said, "that William's heart
can e'er his vows forget;
dismiss your fears, no more we'll part,
[since we once more]2 have met."

Ah! ere the honeymoon was flown,
they cursed the marriage life;
a very husband Will was grown,
and Sue a very wife.
She said that he was false at heart,
he called her light coquette,
and both exclaimed: "Next week we'll part,
I wish we ne'er had met!"