The American Songster, Song

That I might not be plagu'd with the nonsense of men, I promis'd my mother, again and again, To say as she bids me wherever I go, And to all that they ask, or would have, tell 'em No.

I really believe I have frighten'd a score; They'll want to be with me, I warrant, no more; And I own I'm not sorry for serving them so; Were the same thing to do, I again should say No.

For a shepherd I like with more courage and art, Who won't let me alone, though I bid him depart, Such questions he puts, since I answer him so, That he makes me mean yes, tho' my words are still No.

He ask'd, did I hate him, or think him too plain? (Let me die if he is not a clever young swain) If he ventur'd a kiss, if I from him would go, Then he press'd my young lips, while I blush'd, and said No.

He ask'd if my heart to another was gone? If I'd have him to leave me, or cease to love on? If I meant my life long to answer him so? I faulter'd, and sigh'd, and reply'd to him, No.

This morning an end to his courtship he made; Will Phillis live longer a virgin? he said; If I press you to church, will you scruple to go In a hearty good humour I answer'd, No, no.