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,