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These women all, both short and tall,
Are fluttering to and fro,
With dainty wile, and witching smile;
But I can let them go:
For, I know not, I care not,
I can't tell how to woo;
And fate will have her way, brave boys,
Whatever a man may do.

II

Bell's proud and high, and she struts by
With her neb cocked in the air;
She cannot see such folks as I,
But that brings me no care:
For, I know not, I care not,
I can't tell how to woo;
And fate will have her way, brave boys,
Whatever a man may do.

III

The miller's Jane's a dainty queen,
With a twinkle in her e'e;
A sweeter rosebud ne'er was seen;
But she'll never bloom for me:
For, I know not, I care not,
I can't tell how to woo;
And fate will have her way, brave boys,
Whatever a man may do.

IV

Yet, soon or late, we all must mate;
It is the lot of man;
But, till I meet my kindly fate,
I'll frisk it while I can:
For, I know not, I care not,
I can't tell how to woo;
And fate will have her way, brave boys,
Whatever a man may do.