The chearful Wie

I ONCE was a maiden as fresh as a rose, And as fickle as April weather, I laid down without care, and I wak'd with repose, With a heart as light as a feather. With a heart, &c.

I work'd with the girls, and play'd with the men, I always was romping or spinning; And what if they pilfer'd a kiss now and then, I hope 'twas not very great sinning, I hope, &c.

I wedded a husband as young as myself, And for every frolic as willing, Together we laugh'd when we had any pelf, And we laugh'd when we had not a shilling. And we, &c.

He's gone to the wars—heav'n send him a prize, For his pains he is welcome to spend it: My example I know is more merry than wise, Lord help me—I never shall mend it. Lord help, &c.