my spouse nancy.”
“my poor heart, then break it must,
my last hour i am near it:
when you lay me in the dust,
think how you will bear it.”
“i will hope and trust in heaven,
nancy, nancy;
strength to bear it will be given,
my spouse nancy.”
“well, sir, from the silent dead,
still i'll try to daunt you;
ever round your midnight bed
horrid sprites shall haunt you!”
“i'll wed another like my dear
nancy, nancy;
then all hell will fly for fear,
my spouse nancy.”