A woman that talks all day long has too much tongue by
half.
To the music of the fiddle I like to figure in;
But off I cut a caper from the music of the chin!
When Madam's in her tantrums, and Madam'gins to
cry;
If you want to give her change, hold an ingun to your
eye;
But if she shakes her pretty fist, and longs to come to
blows,