Detesting one's walking without John too goes stalking, to prevent the men talking;
Think you still in your teens, wont let you eat "greens," and hate Crinolines;
Or heaping caresses, if you curl your back tresses, or wear low-neck'd dresses;
Or when up the river, almost sure to diskiver that it beats all to shiver the sweet Guadalquiver;
Or seeing death-fetches if the, toothache one catches, making picturesque sketches of the houses of wretches;
Or with loud double knocks bring from Eber's a box, to see "Box and Cox," or pilfer one's locks to mark their new socks;
Or, whilst you are singing a love song so stinging, they vow they'll be swinging, or in Serpentine springing, unless to them clinging you'll go wedding-ringing, and for life mend their linen.
Now the gentlemen sure I've no wish to disparage,
But this is the way they go on before marriage.