ROCHESTERnI see a flame in the palm of your handnOh sisternYou're peevish and puny and spoiled and blandnOh sisternYou have no principlesnYou have no tastenYour education was truly a wastenDon't be upset, girls, this has to be faced nSweet sistersnI see a man in your future, my dearnAuspiciousnBut his claims of wealth and title I fearnFictitiousnYou marry the scoundrel, and soon after thatnYou bear him a child and then you get fatnLucky for you he leaves both of you flatnDear ladynI see a journey you're planning to takenOh sisternBelieve me, my child, it's a fatal mistakenOh sisternThe road holds great dangernYou'd better stay herenThere's someone you long to be close to, my dearnHe's not so far out of reach as you fearnDear sister nnJANEnAnd who might he be, mother? nnROCHESTERnI'm getting tired of this masqueradenOh sisternDo you forgive me for this odd charadenDear sister... nn