As i went out one morning to breathe the air around tome paine`s
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 don`t wish to, said i but you`ve got no choice
I beg you sir, she pleaded from the corner of her mouth,
I will secretly accept you and together we`ll 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
I`m sorry sir, he said to me, i`m sorry for what she`s done