| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
As I went out one morning
To breathe the air around Tom Paine's,
I
spied the fairest damsel
That ever did walk in chains.
I offer'd her my hand,
She
took me by the arm.
I knew that very instant,
She meant to do me harm.
"Depart
from me this moment,"
I told her with my voice.
Said she, "But I don't wish to,"
Said
I, "But you have no choice."
"I beg you, sir," she pleaded
From the corners of her
mouth,
"I will secretly accept you
And together we'll fly south."
Just then Tom
Paine, himself,
Came running from across the field,
Shouting at this lovely girl
And
commanding her to yield.
And as she was letting go her grip,
Up Tom Paine did
run,
"I'm sorry, sir," he said to me,
"I'm sorry for what she's done |
