I misdoubt what’s the thruth o’ the story. Some said all the while he’d a wife
In the States unbeknownst, that was somehow found out, so he’d run for his life;
An’ some said he was coortin’ a Marquis’s daughther in England instead;
But some said it was nought on’y just a fantigue he’d tuk into his head.
But whatever the raison might be, an’ whatever had happint amiss,
The end of it was, he was never set eyes on from that day to this.