Who swore no man should know her kiss,
Unless it be her dear old dad.
E’en as a tot it caused her grief
To play at “Drop the handkerchief”;
She called each youthful suitor, “Brute!”
Who offered her a chaste salute.
In vain her father bade her wed,
In vain he urged, in vain entreated;
She only shook her pretty head,
And all his arguments defeated.