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We women, like weak Indians, stand
inviting, from our golden coast.
The wand’ring rovers to our land;
but she who trades with’em is lost.
With humble vows they first begin,
stealing, unseen into the heart;
But by possession settled in,
they quickly act another part.
For beads and babbles we resign,
in ignorance our shining store;
Discover Nature’s richest Mine,
and yet the tyrants will have more.
Be wife, be wife, and do not try,
how he can court, or you be won;
For love is but discovery,
when that is made the pleasure’s done.
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THE JOLLY TOPER.
MY name is Dick Brady, boys,
a man that loves pleasure,
For toping and fuddling,
I am always at leisure;
For toping and fuddling,
I am always so ready,
And I ne’er will give over,
while my name is Dick Brady.
To see me in my element,
all topers will adore me;
With a hogshead of brandy
