"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."