The Native Virginian

Oh! would that I'd been born a boy,
How happy I would be;
I'd be the envy of the men,
The girls should worship me.

I'd wear a graceful hat,
Not a stove-pipe affair,
And from beneath its brim should flow
Rich waves of dark brown hair.

I would not be a fop, you know,
For fops I do despise;
But dress with style and taste enough,
To please the ladies eyes.

Whene'er I felt in "melting mood,"
To Laura Keene's I'd go;
And oh! blest thought of Liberty
I shouldn't need a beau.

I'd have a night key-that I would,
And I'd go out and in
Without a dozen folks to ask,
"Why, Belle, where have you been."

I wouldn't drink, or chew or swear,
I wouldn't-yes I would,
I'd smoke cigars, provided I
Could always get then good.

I'd have a dozen pretty girls,
For 'cousins"-nothing more;
And then I'd have a dear brunette,
A darling I'd adore.

A'darling, melting, black-eyed love,
A teasing, hugging elf:
With yielding charms, and round white
arms;
A dear just like myself

I'd never slander woman, no!
"I'd never kiss and tell."
And there's some fellows in this town,
Oh! wouldn't I thrash them well?