Had I a heart for falsehood fram'd,
I ne'er co'ld injure you.
For tho' your Tongue no promise claim'd,
Your charms would make me true.
To you no Soul shall bear Deceit,
No Stranger offer wrong:
But friends to all the Ag'd you'll meet,
And Lovers in the young.

But when they learn that you have blest
Another with your heart,
They'll bid aspiring passion rest,
And act a Brother's part.
Then, Cadfael, dread not here deceit,
Nor fear to suffer wrong:
For friends to all the Ag'd you'll meet,
And Brothers in the young.