I will tell you of a fellow, Of a fellow I have seen; Who is neither white nor yellow, But is altogether green; 
And his name it isn’t charming, For it’s only common Bill, And he wishes me to wed him, But I hardly think I will. 
He has told me of a cottage A cottage among the trees And don’t you think the fellow Tumbled down upon his knees 
And the tears the creature wasted Were enough to turn a mill And he urges me to wed him But I do not think I will 
And he said twould be so pleasant As we journeyed down the hill To go hand and hand together But I cannot think I will 
He was here the other night, And he made so long a stay I began to think the gump-head Would never go away; 
Oh, he talked of devotion, Of devotion pure and bright, And don’t you think the fool-killer He nearly stayed all night. 
And he wants me for to wed him, And the very deuce is in it, For he says if I refuse him He cannot live a minute; 
And you know the blessed Bible It teaches not to kill, And I’ve thought the matter over, And I guess I’ll marry Bill. 
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