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—