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DOMESTIC THOUGHTS
Nay, do not talk my worthy aunt,
Young eyes will never mind you,
A sober look before your face,
A stolen glance behind you;
Young Love will have his doublet on,
Before old care can waken,
And they who count on saintly ways,
Are apt to be mistaken.
Young eyes will never mind you,
A sober look before your face,
A stolen glance behind you;
Young Love will have his doublet on,
Before old care can waken,
And they who count on saintly ways,
Are apt to be mistaken.
No doubt she thinks you passing wise,
As often as you warn her,
And hides the mischief in her eyes,
Till you are round the corner;
And looks so honest, when you chance
To find us both together,
And makes such very prim remarks
About the pleasant weather!
As often as you warn her,
And hides the mischief in her eyes,
Till you are round the corner;
And looks so honest, when you chance
To find us both together,
And makes such very prim remarks
About the pleasant weather!
If you had seen two quiet hands
That were together folded,
And known who stole your spectacles,
No doubt you would have scolded;
Or if you'd heard some words that passed
When you were standing near us—
I plugged your trumpet, auntie dear,
And so you could not hear us!
That were together folded,
And known who stole your spectacles,
No doubt you would have scolded;
Or if you'd heard some words that passed
When you were standing near us—
I plugged your trumpet, auntie dear,
And so you could not hear us!
The dear old lady! so she shall,
Enjoy herself in trying,
To cut away poor Cupid's plumes,
And spoil his wings for flying;
But clip them very, very close,
For if you leave a feather,
One quill will write a billet-doux,
And off we go together!
Enjoy herself in trying,
To cut away poor Cupid's plumes,
And spoil his wings for flying;
But clip them very, very close,
For if you leave a feather,
One quill will write a billet-doux,
And off we go together!
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