An, don't come a-wooing with your long, long face,
And your longer purse behind:
I'm a bright young girl, and I know ray place,
And I think I know my mind.
I like to laugh, and to dance and sing,
And to tease my parents dear.
My brothers call me a " tiresome thing";
But they wouldn't miss me here.
O 'tis I am my mother's heart's delight,
And my father's right hand brave.
Would I leave my home so free and bright
To be a rich mail's slave?
Would I buy myself a gown of silk
In a grand dull house to pine,
When I've boys to play with and cows to milk,
And the whole fair world is mine?
Ah, don't come talking of the cares of life:
My head is gold, not gray;
And it's my desire to be no man's wife
At least, not just to-day.
But I've a heart, and it's warm and true,
And I'll keep it safe, at case;
And if one I love should come to woo,
I'll give itwhen I please!
