No, not you buy her,
Yes the one behind your back,
She holding the blue sack,
The one arrayed in rags.

Merelinda,why do this to me?
You also always make me cry,
Fluffing all my try,
To show I really love you.

Forget about that slothful Sarah,
Eve if she has much money,
And you have no penny,
I really bestow my love to you .

My love for thee is blind,
Can't you see my love for you?