Composed by E. Mirvis;Though Women's Minds
Though women's minds like winter winds
May shift, and turn, and all that,
The noblest breast adores them most -
A consequence, I draw that.
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For all that, and all that,
And twice as much as all that,
The lovely lass that I love best,
She will be my own for all that!
Great love I bear to all the fair,
Their humble slave, and all that;
But lordly will, I hold it still
A mortal sin to contradict that.
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But there in one above the rest,
Has wit, and sense, and all that;
A lovely lass, I like her best,
And who a crime dare call that?
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In rapture sweet this hour we meet,
With mutual love and all that,
But for how long the fly may sting,
Let inclination law that!
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Their tricks and craft have put me daft,
They have taken me in and all that,
But clear your decks, and here is: - 'The Sex?'
I like the women for all that!
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