Classic Poem

Tune, John Anderson my jo —

How cruel are the Parents
Who riches only prize,
And to the wealthy booby
Poor Woman sacrifice:

Meanwhile the hapless Daughter
Has but a choice of strife;
To shun a tyrant Father's hate,
Become a wretched Wife. —

The ravening hawk pursuing,
The trembling dove thus flies,
To shun impelling ruin
Awhile her pinions tries;
Till of escape despairing,
No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless Falconer
And drops beneath his feet. —