And then he’s such a “nobby” beau,
I feel I’m blest to get him;
And Oh, the gay, bright city life,
That will be mine, when I’m his wife,
And the girls that will regret him.
So argued our fair village belle,
And wed the dashing college swell,
And left our poor Uriah,
And all the other sighing swains,
Whose hearts had turned their youthful brains.