Young man about to marry,
Don't hesitate, I pray;
No need for you to tarry
If you can only stay.
So let it be your prayer
That you can see it out;
For, if you are a stayer
You'll win to bliss, no doubt.
Tho' she may nag and scold you,
And drive you mad at first,
Let this bright thought uphold you;
The first twelve years are worst.
