NOT MARRIED YET!
I'm single yet! I'm single yet!
And years have flown since I came out;
In vain I sigh! in vain I fret!
Ye gods! what are the men about?
I vow I'm twenty, oh, ye powers!
A spinster's lot is hard to bear;
On earth alone to spend her hours,
And afterward lead apes down there.
No offer yet! No offer yet!
I'm puzzled quite to make it out:
For every beau my cap I set;
What, what, what are the men about?
They don't propose! they won't propose!
For fear perhaps I'd not say "Yes;"
Just let them try-for heaven knows,
I'm tired of single blessedness.
Not married yet! not married yet!
The deuce is in the men I fear;
I'm like a something to be let,
And to be let alone; that's clear.
They say: "She's pretty, but no chink,"
And love without it runs in debt;
It agitates my nerves to think
That I have had no offer yet