"OH, 't is time I should talk to your mother, Sweet Mary," says I. "Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary, Beginning to cry: "For my mother says men are deceivers, And never, I know, will consent; She says girls in a hurry who marry At leisure repent." "Then suppose I would talk to your father, Sweet Mary," says I. "Oh, don't talk to my father," says Mary, Beginning to cry: "For my father, he loves me so dearly, He'll never consent I should go -- If you talk to my father," says Mary, "He'll surely say 'No.'" "Then how shall I get you, my jewel? Sweet Mary," says I. "If your father and mother's so cruel, Most surely I'll die!" "Oh, never say die, dear," syas Mary: "A way now to save you I see: Since my parents are both so contrary -- You'd better ask me." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 4. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE AN INVOCATION; SONG, FR. REMORSE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE RELIGIO LAICI; OR, A LAYMAN'S FAITH by JOHN DRYDEN TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN MIDNIGHT ON THE GREAT WESTERN by THOMAS HARDY |