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 We women, like weak Indians, stand

inviting, from our golden coast.

The wand’ring rovers to our land;

but she who trades with’em is lost.

With humble vows they first begin,

stealing, unseen into the heart;

But by possession settled in,

they quickly act another part.

For beads and babbles we resign,

in ignorance our shining store;

Discover Nature’s richest Mine,

and yet the tyrants will have more.

Be wife, be wife, and do not try,

how he can court, or you be won;

For love is but discovery,

when that is made the pleasure’s done.

Y name is Dick Brady, boys,

a man that loves pleasure,

For toping and fuddling,

I am always at leisure;

For toping and fuddling,

I am always so ready,

And I ne’er will give over,

while my name is Dick Brady.

To see me in my element,

all topers will adore me;

With a hogshead of brandy

reeling before me;