SONG, (How happy the woman, whose charms)

How happy the woman, whose charms Gain sweet-hearts stuck all in a row That if one should desert from her arms, She still has two strings to her bow.

Should Thomas prove false—could he rob My heart of its quiet? Oh no— For if Thomas is gone there is Bob: I still have two strings to my bow.

Then 'tis not so common a thing Can vex me, I'd have you to know! Since I have two beaux to my string, As well as two strings to my how.