Miss Lane, at her Temple of Fashion,
Taught us both how to sing and to speak,
And we loved one another with passion,
Before we had been there a week:
You gave me a ring for a token;
I wear it wherever I go;
I gave you a chain -- is it broken?
My own Araminta, say 'No!' "

....

When I heard I was going abroad , love
I thought I was going to die;
We walked arm in arm to the road, love
We looked arm in arm to the sky;
And I said, 'When a foreign postilion
Has hurried me off to the Po,
Forget not Medora Trevilian:
My own Araminta, say "No!"