Madelon

I TREMBLE to think that my soldier's so bold, To see with what danger he gets all his gold; But danger all over, 'twill keep out the cold, And we shall be warm when we're marry'd.

For riches, 'tis true that I covet them not, Unless 'tis to better my dear soldier's lot; And he shall be master of all I have got, The very first moment we're marry'd.

My heart, how it beats! but to look to the day, In church, when my father shall give me away; But that I shall laugh at, I've heard many say, A day or two after we're marry'd!