They say we shall all be Courted,
Kind Widows as well as maids,
Oh! this will be joyful News:
We'll dress up our Houses with Holly,
We'll broach a Tub of humming Bub,
To treat those that come with a rub a dub dub,
For dear Mother they'll make us Jolly.
Dear Mother to see them mounted,
'Twou'd tickle your Heart with Joy;
By me they all shall be counted,