I'm single yet — I'm single yet!
And years have flown since I came out!
In vain I sigh — in vain I fret —
Ye gods! what are the men about?
I vow I'm twenty!— O ye powers!
A spinster's lot is hard to bear —
On earth alone to pass her hours,
And afterward lead apes — DOWN THERE!
No offer yet — no offer yet!
I'm puzzled quite to make it out:
For every beau my cap I set —
What, what, what ARE the men about?
They do n't propose — they WON'T propose,
For fear, perhaps, I'd not say, “Yes!”
Just let them try — for Heaven knows
I'm tired of single-blessedness.
Not married yet — not married yet —
The deuce is in the men, I fear!
I'm like a — something to be let,
And to be LET ALONE — that's clear.
They say, “She's pretty — but no chink —
And love without it runs in debt!”
It agitates my nerves to think
That I have had no offer yet.