And he says to me, 'You'll be sorry after I'm gone.

You'll wish me back then.' And says I, BEIN' a fool, 'I guess not.

There's other fish in the sea.' He sailed and I did wish him back, but I wouldn't write fust and neither would he.

And then come another man." She paused, hesitated, and then continued.
"Never mind about the other man.

He was handsome then, in a way, and he had money to spend, and he liked me.