THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 108

Since wedlock's in vogue, and stale virgins despis'd, To all bachelors greeting, these lines are premis'd: I'm a maid that would marry—ah! could I but find (I care not for fortune) a man to my mind, (I care not for fortune) a man to my mind. Not the fair weather'd sop, fond of fashion and dress; Nor the squire who can relish no joys but the chace; Nor the free-thinking rake whom no morals can bind; Neither this, that, nor t'ohter's the man to my mind, Neither this, &c.

Not the ruby-fac'd sot, who topes, world without end; Nor the drone who can't relish his bottle and friend; Nor the fool that's too fond, nor the churl that'unkind; Neither this, that, nor t'other's the man to my mind, Neither this, &c.

Not the rich, with full bags, without breeding on merit; Nor the flash, that's all fury, without any spirit; Nor the fine master Fribble, the scorn of mankind; Neither this, that, nor t'other's the man to my mind, Neither this, &c.

But the youth whom good sense and good-nature inspire, Whom the brave must esteem, and the fair should admire; In whose heart love and truth are with honour conjoined; This, this, and no other's the man to my mind, This, this, and no other's the man to mv mind.