THE American Mock-Bird, OR SONGSTER's DELIGHT, SONG CCXXV

The Lass that would know how to manage a Man, Let her listen and learn it from me, His Conrage to quell, or his Heart to trapan, As the Time and Occasion agree.

The Girl that has Beauty, tho' small be her Wit, May wheedle the Clown or the Beau, The Rake may repel, or may draw in the Cit, By the Use of the pretty Word, No.

When powder'd Toupees all round are in chat, Each striving his Passion to show, With Kiss me, and love me, my Dear, and all that, Let her Answer to all be, oh, No.

When a Dose is contriv'd to lay Virtue asleep, A Present, a Treat, or a Ball, She still must refuse, if her Empire she'd keep, And No, be her Answer to all.

But when Mr. Dapperwit offers his Hand, Her Partner in Wedlock to go, With a Horse, and a Coach, and a Jointure in Land, She's an Idoit if then she says, No.

But if she's attack'd by a Youth full of Charms, Whose Courtship proclaims him a Man, When press'd to his Bosom, and clasp'd in his Arms, Then let her say No, if she can.