Less thro' love than out of fear:
Only on their tricks relying,
Let them out, their hands untying,
And You'll see the matter plain.
Once there's naught their flight to hamper,
Presto—whisk-away they scamper;
Never to return again.
Wou'd you manage lasses rightly,
You must watch them daily, nightly,
Shut them close, and hold them tightly;