Social Harmony; or, the Cheerful Songster's Companion, Song

When the men a courting came, Flatt'ring with their prittle prattle, Of their follies I made game, Rallied with my tittle tattle. Cooing to me, wooing to me, Teazing of me, pleasing of me, Off'ring pelf, each silly elf Come cooing, wooing, and bowing to me.

The divine, with looks demure, Talk'd of tythes and eating plenty; Shew'd the profits of his cure, And vow'd to treat me with each dainty. Cooing to me, &c.

The learn'd serjeant of the law Shew'd his parchments, briefs, and papers, In his deeds I found a flaw, So dismiss'd him in the vapours. Cooing to me, &c.

Physic now display'd his wealth, With his nostrums; but the fact is, I resolv'd to keep my health, Nor die a martyr to his practice. Cooing to me, &c.

But at last a swain bow'd low, Candid, handsome, tall, and clever, Squeez'd my hand—I can't tell how, But he won my heart for ever. Cooing to me, wooing to me, Teazing of me, pleasing of me, Off'ring pelf, each silly elf, I sent all other wooers from me.