Classic Poem

Who is there to defame her
Although she is faithless?
I have heard no man name her
But at once he was breathless
To say that the beauty she has
Is more terrible than white brass.
And no woman can blame her
That she's no roof to cover
Her head and cannot long tame her
Heart, her hoyden heart, to one lover:
Because her life is set on the rack
For no man, but for a song's sake.