He's Gone To England For A Wife Among The Ladies There; And Yet I Know A Lass He Deemed The Rarest Of The Rare. He's Gone To England For A Wife; And Rich And Proud Is He. But He Was Poor And Toiled For Bread When First He Courted Me. He Said I Was The Best On Earth; He Said I Was 'His Life'; And Now He Thinks Of Noble Birth, And Seeks A Lady Wife! He Said For Me Alone he'd Toil To Win An Honest Fame; But Now No Lass On Southern Soil Is Worthy Of His Name! I Think I See His Lady Bride, A Fair And Faultless Face, And Nothing In Her Heart Beside The Empty Pride Of Race. And She Will Grace His Gilded Home, The Wife His Gold Shall Buy; But Will She Ever Dream Of Him, Or Love As Well As I?