my spouse nancy.”

“my poor heart, then break it must,

my last hour i am near it:

when you lay me in the dust,

think how you will bear it.”

“i will hope and trust in heaven,

nancy, nancy;

strength to bear it will be given,

my spouse nancy.”

“well, sir, from the silent dead,

still i'll try to daunt you;

ever round your midnight bed

horrid sprites shall haunt you!”

“i'll wed another like my dear

nancy, nancy;

then all hell will fly for fear,

my spouse nancy.”