Classic Poem

You muses nine, with me combine; assist me with your aid,
Whilst here I am endeavouring to praise a lovely maid.
Her heart and mine were bound in love, as you may understand;
It was her whole intention to join in wedlock band.
I hope you'll pay attention, and the truth to you I'll tell;
She was a quaker's daughter, a maid I loved right well;
We being not of one persuasion, her father made a plan,
He done his whole endeavour to hang me in the wrong.
My name is John McGoldrick, the same I'll ne'er deny,—
They swore I was a radical; condemned I was to die.
As soon as my dead letter came, my sorrows did renew,
Saying, “For to die. I do deny. Brave boys, what shall I do?”
At length my dearest jewel became servant in the jail;
She found her opportunity and did it not conceal.
She says, “Young John McGoldrick, I hope to be your wife;