The fire goes unlit, within its granite frame
heated is the argument, cold the man.
Husband mine, please accept this suitors claim
for he is worthy of your daughter Ann.
See her downcast face, her melancholy,
she sickens so and I've done all I can.
Raise her ivory form, a father's glory
accept her young man, he's come hat in hand.
Let's end this day with a ribald story
of how you've gifted what you once had banned.
Husband mine, relent and let love have sway.
Light the fire let the lovers flame be fanned
let this fine young couple wed without delay.