The American Songster, Song

Since love is the plan, I'll love if I can, But first let me tell you what sort of a man: In address how complete, In his dress spruce and neat, No matter how tall so he's over five feet. Then this is my fancy, Such a man can I see, I'm his if he's mine, Until then I am free.

Tho' gentle he be, His man he shall see, Yet never be conquer'd by any but me; In a dance bear a bob, In a glass hob-a-nob, Yet drink of his reason his noddle ne'er rob. Then this is my fancy, &c.