Shall I stop writing you letters?
If you don't want to respond.
My time has come, O' dear!
Just when you feel—
This old man will die now,
Prepare to cheer!
For what you desired all your life
Is finally going to happen,
In his court, you will be a sinner
But in this lovely hour of sins,
Cheer for love loses
And the fear of a wife wins.