I NE'ER by a lass yet was…

I NE'ER by a lass yet was scouted, I know the right method to get her, No cringing for me, I'll soon let her see That I'm bold—and she'll like me the better.

I'm a boy that's not easily flouted, If she give herself airs, why e'en let her. When to kiss her I try, "You're rude," Sir, she'll cry. Why I am—and you like me the better.

When she finds that I'm not to be routed, And at morn, noon, and night I beset her, She'll alter her tone, And readily own Tho' I'm rude, that she likes me the better.