Lyrics:
I am a young and merry maid,
And fond of pleasures gay,
I love to flirt with nice young men,
And hear what they may say,
But when they ask me in return,
To name the happy day,
I blush and sigh, and droop my eye
And softly answer nay.
chorus:
For Mother says I mustn't,
Mother says I mustn't,
{No Sir, thank you,
No dear, no Fred,
No dear, no John,
No dear, no Sir}
Not just yet awhile,
Mother says I mustn't,
Mother says I mustn't,
No Sir, thank you, not just yet.
There's dashing Fred, with his thoroughbred,
Who takes me every day,
To routs and balls, and music halls,
The races, or the play,
But when he asked me if I would
To hymen's altar go,
I said dear Fred, I'd like to wed
But then my dear you know;
There's handsome John, the Banker's son,
Esteemed a millionaire,
Who comes each day to play croquette,
And calls me sweet and fair,
But when he offers me his hand
And begs that I will try
To give him mine, I half incline
Before I then reply.
So one by one are my chances gone,
And leave me single yet,
And the men declare, I'm false and fair,
And call me a vain coquette,
But by and by when the right man comes
I know I shant refuse
And blush, and sigh with downcast eye,
And make the old excuse—saying,
