No, That Will Never Do

When lovers are too daring grown, Young maidens should beware; For men, it is for certain known, Will oft protest and swear; But virgins, though they kneel and vow, And each fond art pursue. No foolish freedom should allow, For that will never do; No, that will never do.

My Damon calls me dear, and love, And ev'ry thing that's kind, Then vows he'll die to prove his love, But this I never mind. Last night, he fain would have a kiss, Nay, even ask'd for two; Dear, sir, said I, 'twould be amiss; O! that will never do; No, that will never do.

To-morrow, he declares he'll prove, His love can't be deny'd, And at the church, each doubt remove, By making me his bride. If that's the case, what can I say? I'll e'n appeal to you; Wou'd it be right to answer nay? Pshaw, that will never do. No, that will never do.