Now,
Marco, dear,
My wishes hear:
While you're
It's
You will be good,
And not too gay.
To every
Of maiden
You will be blind,
And will not
By any
On womankind!
If you are wise,
You'll shut your
Till we arrive,
And not addressA lady
Than forty-five;
You'll please to
On every
That you may see;
And O, my pet,
You won't
You've married me!
O, my darling,
O, my pet,
Whatever else you may forget,
In yonder isle beyond the sea,
O, don't forget you've married me!
You'll lay your
Upon your
At set of sun.
You will not
Of
To any one:
You'll sit and
All day,
I hope,
And shed a
Upon the
Your little
Is passing here!
And if so
You think of me,
Please tell the moon;
I'll read it
In rays that
On the lagoon:
You'll be so
As tell the
How you may be,
And send me
By little
To comfort me!
And O, my darling,
O, my pet,
Whatever else you may forget,
In yonder isle beyond the sea,
O, don't forget you've married me!
