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MIZIE'S COMPLAINT.
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To my hair I imparted a little more jet,
And I scarce could suppress a sigh;
But I cannot be quite an old bachelor yet,
"No, there's time enough for that," said I.
And I scarce could suppress a sigh;
But I cannot be quite an old bachelor yet,
"No, there's time enough for that," said I.
I was now fifty-one, yet I still did adopt
All the airs of a juvenile beau;
But somehow, whenever the question I popped,
The girls, with a laugh, said "No."
I am sixty to-day, not a very young man,
And a bachelor doomed to die;
So youth be advised, and marry while you can—
"There's no time to be lost," say I.
All the airs of a juvenile beau;
But somehow, whenever the question I popped,
The girls, with a laugh, said "No."
I am sixty to-day, not a very young man,
And a bachelor doomed to die;
So youth be advised, and marry while you can—
"There's no time to be lost," say I.
Mizie's Complaint.
It's very hard, you must admit,
That at the needle I must sit,
And stitch away from day to day,
And not a beau will come my way.
That at the needle I must sit,
And stitch away from day to day,
And not a beau will come my way.
The reason I can not divine
Why I am left to sit and pine;
While every other girl I know
Goes sporting every night her beau.
Why I am left to sit and pine;
While every other girl I know
Goes sporting every night her beau.
It's not my fault, that I am sure;
I'm not bad tempered, sad nor sour;
But always cheerful and well pleased,
Though I am sometimes sadly teased.
I'm not bad tempered, sad nor sour;
But always cheerful and well pleased,
Though I am sometimes sadly teased.
I'm sure I'd keep my house as clean,
As Mary Rae or Maggie Cheyne,
Who married were the other day,
And why not I, as well as they?
As Mary Rae or Maggie Cheyne,
Who married were the other day,
And why not I, as well as they?
And I could cook a dinner, too,
Yes, better far than they can do;
And plan and make old things look well,
That they among their rags would sell.
Yes, better far than they can do;
And plan and make old things look well,
That they among their rags would sell.
I'm not a beauty, that I know,
Nor ugly either; I can show
Lads have admired me, oh! how nice!
But they have never asked my price.
Nor ugly either; I can show
Lads have admired me, oh! how nice!
But they have never asked my price.