' I heard Bill say to-day, Mary,
That you are a charming fairy,
And that to town he'd give you drive;
But, just as sure as you're alive
He does intend to have the bliss
Of stealing from your lips a kiss.'
'I'll let him drive me, now, Jane,
His efforts they will all be vain ;
I hate him, and I him defy'-
And anger flashed from her eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem