As I Went Out One Morning

As I went out one mornin'
 to breathe the air around Tom Paine's,
 I spied the fairest damsel
 that ever did walk in chains;
 I offered her my hand
 she took me by the arm,
 I knew that very instant
 she meant to do me harm;
 "Depart from me this moment,"
 I told her with my voice,
 Said she, "But I don't wish to,"
 Said I, "But you have no choice."
 "I beg you, sir," she pleaded
 from the corners of her mouth,
 "I will secretly accept you,
 and together we'll fly South."
 Just then Tom Paine himself
 came running from across the field,
 Shouting at this lovely girl
 and commanding her to yield;
 And as she was letting go her grip
 up Tom Paine did run,
 "I'm sorry sir," he said to me
 "I'm sorry for what she's done."