As I went out one morning to breathe the air around tome paines
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
She said but I dont wish to, said I but youve got no choice
I beg you sir, she pleaded from the corner of her mouth,
I will secretly accept you and together well fly south

Just then tom paine himself came a-runnin 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
Im sorry sir, he said to me, Im sorry for what shes done