Your wise men all declare

Your wise men all declare Of the thing so strange and rare, Globe search around thro' great Nature's Law, Woman bears the belle, and why? They cannot tell, and why? 'Tis the mystical charms of the Je ne sçai quoi.

See the dutchess queen of love, The graceful minuet move; What pencil or pen can such beauties draw? Say, why each heart is fired, And why by all admired, For the mystical charms of the Je ne sçai quoi?

The lovely city dame, Dear cause of many a flame, Each Smart swears he ne'er such a beauty saw; Say, what the lovers prize, Coral lips, brilliant eyes? No, the mystical charms of the Je ne sçai quoi

Behold the village maid, By Nature's hand array'd, In her stockings green and hat of straw; Is love in dimples sleek, Or the roses of her cheek? No, the mystical charms of the Je ne sçai quoi.