But don't try to answer though I've suffered sorrow untold
Will you be happy girl, when you are withered and old?
And I can't offer you clothes your young body crave
Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again
Think of the heartaches the teardrops and sorrow, you'll save honey
When you are weary and tired of another man's gold
I can't offer you diamonds or mansions, so fine
If you ever get lonesome remember this letter my own
But if you'd love me and say that you'll always be mine
