My Dear, I've traded our herd for a swine
...And I've given our well for a jug of moonshine.
I've sold our home for a mound of old loam
…And your garden, my dear, for a withered coxcomb.
I sold all your gowns for the clothes of a clown
...And I gave up our fields for a rusty scythe blade,
And lastly, this day, on my trip into town
I traded you dear, for a younger maid.
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