She is Going

For their elder Sisters hair

Martha does a wreath prepare

Of bridal rose, ornate and gay:

To-morrow is the wedding day.

She is going

Mary, youngest of the three,

Laughing idler, full of glee,

Arm in arm does fondly chain her,

Thinking, poor trifler, to detain her--

She is going

Vex not, maidens, nor regret

Thus to part with Margaret.

Charms like yours can never stay

Long within doors: and one day

She is going