Long way deep his heart did race, Seeing the splendour of his tan; To find his darling radiant's face.
He revelled in glorious timeless span, And myriad throbs his frame haboured; Yearns for a fortress then began.
'You took me down the vales of Yoke', He thought of her till sleep departs; To see her limbs for him to poke.
Far in the distant bush he sought to find, His angel love to make; And she with a bounteous glorious mind,
Dark, the pearl of's roving Grace, And, her yells he thought to keep serene; Yet she his world did keep in pace.
But lo, dames of grace like gold they are, To find you dig down deep the earth; So his precious little stone's ajar.
Back to turmoil love decays, And joy forever more denies; loathsomeness, the price Jim pays.
Jim, the gent who all endured, To have his damsel come he prayed; And fin'lly the man pursued.
Caro-line the precious one, Who all the while stood th' iroko stem; Gave in to him the prize he won.
So let the world take pain to know, That splendour falls with 'sistent verve; And in time we reap to sow.
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