By stormy seas and brimstone fire,

I shall forever by thee abide;

My only sweetest desire,

Where sweet motion may slide.

For when these elements are gone

I shall hail this embassy of love to thee,

Whilst my pledge to thou remains drawn

Even when oppress'd with melancholy;

Until my tainted soul is cured

By those sweet Floettes above thee,

Forever keep me assured

Of thy fair health - Woe is me!

This told; I joy; no longer glad,

I send the Floettes away; prithee me sad.