A vow to honor and obey
was made, a sacred trust to earn
for you the right to hear them pray,
that their great fears you might adjourn.
No solemn word departs your lips
except for when there are no hips;
but, who shall bend an ear for you
or kiss away those beads of dew
that find you in the lonely hour
when you would feign to be at peace,
not seeing that your still caprice
takes all good will and makes it sour.
So, Dear, if you would do no harm,
Do heal yourself and take my arm.