As I went out one morning to breathe the air around Tome Paine'snI spied the fairest damsel that ever did walk in chainsnI offered her my hand, she took me by the armnI knew that very instant she meant to do me harmnnDepart from me this moment I told her with my voicenShe said but I don't wish to, said I but you've got no choicenI beg you sir, she pleaded from the corner of her mouth,nI will secretly accept you and together we'll fly southnnJust then Tom Paine himself came a-runnin' across the fieldnShouting at this lovely girl and commanding her to yieldnAnd as she was letting go her grip, up Tom Paine did runnI'm sorry sir, he said to me, I'm sorry for what she's done