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.
