You will rise up and get a bill.
Haste golden year, when all are free
To hunt for their affinitee;
When wedlock’s gate opens to all,
The halt, the lame, the great, the small.
Ah! blissful houh may these eyes see—
These wishful eyes of Betsey B.
Chorus.—Males! females! with a mice’s will,
Rise up! rise up! and get a bill.
For that will hasten on that day—