Classic Poem

This , should I chance to find it
I'd count no strait or stress
To niffer love, nor mind it,
But openly confess;
And maugre pride and feigning
Of each young giddy quean,
That is the fact maintaining
Their heart for ever green.

Chorus

Rather than I'd be lonely
I'd give my heart and han'
With easy condescension
To a gentle manly man.

Should fortune show me favour,
And throw me that chance here,
A handsome gallant lover,
Nor rich nor wanting gear;
And send him where I'd chance to be,
And me a youthful maid,
And he not wanting sense or parts —
He'd hardly be gainsaid.

That were the mate I should prefer,
No spineless fool to pair with,
His offers full gold coffers
And no walk in keeping therewith;
His flocks and herds o'erwhelming him
With riches beyond measure,
Wealth would never make me happy,
Unless augmenting pleasure.

May Providence keep this from me —
A bad man, hard, risky,
A miser busy, oversharp,
With eyes too quick to see;
No stature of him among men,
Or glad look in his face,
No frank friendly welcoming,
Or the least effusiveness:

But a handsome youth, effective,
Not uppish in his air,
Who's heeded where he's needed,
And self-controlled, too, there;
Not being overwhelmed with gain
Or sunk in poortith dire —
That is, should I my wish obtain,
The man I would desire.