I will tell you of a fellow,
   Of a fellow I have seen;
Who is neither white nor yellow, 
   But is altogether green;
And his name it isn't charming,
   For it's only common Bill,
And he wishes me to wed him,
   But I hardly think I will.

He was here the other night,
   And he made so long a stay
I began to think the gump-head
   Would never go away;
Oh, he talked of devotion,
  Of devotion pure and bright,
And don't you think the fool-killer
   He nearly stayed all night.

And he wants me for to wed him,
   And the very deuce is in it,
For he says if I refuse him
   He cannot live a minute;
And you know the blessed Bible
   It teaches not to kill,
And I've thought the matter over,
   And I guess I'll marry Bill.