There lived a man in Ballenocrazy
Who wanted a wife to make him uneasy;
Long had he sigh'd for dear Ally Croaker,
And thus this gentle youth bespoke her:
"Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker?"

This artless young man, just come from the scholary,
A novice in love and all its foolery,
Too dull for a wit, too grave for a joker;
And thus this gentle youth bespoke her:
"Will you marry me, dear Ally Croaker?"

To all you young men who are fond of gaming,
Who are spending your money whilst others are saving,
Fortune's a Jilt, the De'il may choke her;
A Jilt more inconstant than dear Ally Croaker,
O th'inconstant Ally Croaker.