The American Songster, Song

Ye virgins attend, Believe me your friend, And with prudence adhere to my plan; Ne'er let it be said, There goes an old maid, But get married as fast as you can.

As soon as you find Your hearts are inclin'd To beat quick at the sight of a man; Then choose out a youth With honour and truth, And get married as fast as you can.

For age, like a cloud, Your charms soon will shroud, And this whimsical life's but a span; Then, maids, make your hay, While Sol darts his ray, And get married as fast as you can.

The treacherous rake Will artfully take Ev'ry method poor girls to trepan; But baffle their snare, Make virtue your care, And get married as fast as you can.

And when Hymen's bands Have join'd both your hands, The bright flame still continue to fan; Ne'er harbour the stings That jealousy brings, But be constant, and blest while you can.