I never will be Married

When I had scarcely told sixteen, My flatt'ring telltale glass Told me there seldom could be seen A blither, bonnier lass.

Full twenty lovers round me bow'd; But high my head I carried, And with a scornful air I vow'd, I never would be married.

Young Harry warmly urg'd his suit, And talk'd of wealth in store; While Jemmy thought to strike me mute, And told his conquests o'er.

Each youth a diff'rent art essay'd, And still their arts I parried; Believe me, Sirs, I laughing said, I never will be married.

Then five revolving summers past, While I the tyrant play'd, Ah! then I fear'd 'twould be at last My fate to die a maid:

Of all the lovers in my train, There was but one that tarried; I thought 'twas time to change my strain, And we this morn were married.