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VILLAGE COURTSHIP.
Tapping at the window,
Peeping o'er the blind;—
'Tis really most surprising,
He never learns to mind!
'Twas only yester evening,
As in the dark we sat,
My mother asked me sharply,
“Pray, Mary, who is that?”
Who's that? indeed!—you're certain
How much she made me start;
Men seem to lose their wisdom
Whene'er they lose their heart!
Peeping o'er the blind;—
'Tis really most surprising,
He never learns to mind!
'Twas only yester evening,
As in the dark we sat,
My mother asked me sharply,
“Pray, Mary, who is that?”
Who's that? indeed!—you're certain
How much she made me start;
Men seem to lose their wisdom
Whene'er they lose their heart!
Yes,—there he is,—I see him;
The lamp his shadow throws
Across the curtained window:
He's stepping on his toes!
He'll never think of tapping,
Or making any din;
A knock, though e'en the slightest,
Is worse than looking in!
Tap! tap!—would any think it?
He never learns to mind;
'Tis surely most surprising,—
He thinks my mother blind!
The lamp his shadow throws
Across the curtained window:
He's stepping on his toes!
He'll never think of tapping,
Or making any din;
A knock, though e'en the slightest,
Is worse than looking in!
Tap! tap!—would any think it?
He never learns to mind;
'Tis surely most surprising,—
He thinks my mother blind!
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'Tis plain I must go to him;
It's no use now to cough;—
I'll ope the door, just softly,
If but to send him off!
'Tis well if from the door-step
He be not shortly hurled—
Oh! men, there ne'er was trouble
Till ye came in the world!
Tapping at the window,
And peeping o'er the blind;
Oh! man, but you're a trouble,
And that we maidens find!
It's no use now to cough;—
I'll ope the door, just softly,
If but to send him off!
'Tis well if from the door-step
He be not shortly hurled—
Oh! men, there ne'er was trouble
Till ye came in the world!
Tapping at the window,
And peeping o'er the blind;
Oh! man, but you're a trouble,
And that we maidens find!
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