Thus boldly whispered Betsey B.

Chorus.—Females, have you a mice’s will,

You will rise up and get a bill.

But sweeter, sweeter, ’tis to see,

When man hain’t found affinitee,

But wedded unto lumps of clay,

To boldly rise and soar away.

Ah! ’tis a glorious sight to see;

Thus boldly murmured Betsey B.

Chorus.—Male men, have you a mice’s will,