1. Oh, Anne, Your Offences To Me Have Been Grievous: I Thought From My Wrath No Atonement Could Save You; But Woman Is Made To Command And Deceive Us - I Look'D In Your Face, And I Almost Forgave You. 2. I Vow'D I Could Ne'er For A Moment Respect You, Yet Thought That A Day'S Separation Was Long; When We Met, I Determined Again To Suspect You - Your Smile Soon Convinced Me Suspicion Was Wrong. 3. I Swore, In A Transport Of Young Indignation, With Fervent Contempt Evermore To Disdain You: I Saw You - My Anger Became Admiration; And Now, All My Wish, All My Hope'S To Regain You. 4. With Beauty Like Yours, Oh, How Vain The Contention! Thus Lowly I Sue For Forgiveness Before You; - At Once To Conclude Such A Fruitless Dissension, Be False, My Sweet Anne, When I Cease To Adore You!