Classic Poem

What tho' they call me country lass,
I read it plainly in my glass,
That for a duchess I might pass:
Oh, could I see the day!
Would Fortune but attend my call,
At park, at play, at Ring and ball,
I'd brave the proudest of them all,
With a “Stand by—Clear the way.”

Surrounded by a crowd of beaux,
With smart toupees, and powdered clothes,
At rivals I'll turn up my nose;
Oh, could I see the day!
I'll dart such glances from these eyes,
Shall make some lord or duke my prize;
And then, Oh! how I'll tyrannize,
With a “Stand by—Clear the way.”

Oh! then for every new delight,
For equipage and diamonds bright,
Quadrille, and plays, and balls all night;
Oh! could I see the day!
Of love and joy I'd take my fill,
The tedious hours of life to kill,
In everything I'd have my will,
With a “Stand by—Clear the way.”