Roscoe PurkapileShe loved me.Oh! how she loved me I never had a chance to escapeFrom the day she first saw me.But then after we were married I thoughtShe might prove her mortality and let me out,Or she might divorce me. But few die, none resign.Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark.But she never complained. She said all would be wellThat I would return. And I did return.I told her that while taking a row in a boatI had been captured near Van Buren StreetBy pirates on Lake Michigan,And kept in chains, so I could not write her.She cried and kissed me, and said it was cruel,Outrageous, inhuman! I then concluded our marriageWas a divine dispensationAnd could not be dissolved,Except by death.I was right.
She loved me.Oh! how she loved me I never had a chance to escapeFrom the day she first saw me.But then after we were married I thoughtShe might prove her mortality and let me out,Or she might divorce me. But few die, none resign.Then I ran away and was gone a year on a lark.But she never complained. She said all would be wellThat I would return. And I did return.I told her that while taking a row in a boatI had been captured near Van Buren StreetBy pirates on Lake Michigan,And kept in chains, so I could not write her.She cried and kissed me, and said it was cruel,Outrageous, inhuman! I then concluded our marriageWas a divine dispensationAnd could not be dissolved,Except by death.I was right.