Ballad—in the Waterman

Too yielding a carriage, Has oft before marriage, To ruin and misery pointed the way; You're shun'd if complying, But your lover once slying, How eager he'll follow and beg you to stay.

A coquette ne'er proclaim me, Ye maids, then, nor blame me, If I wish to be happy, whene'er I'm a wife; Each lover's denial, Was only a trial, Which is he that's most likely to love me for life.