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Poem
July 17, 1850
The Hillsborough Recorder
Hillsboro, Orange County, North Carolina
What is this article about?
A song advising young women to marry the man they love, regardless of wealth, to avoid the bondage of marrying for money, shun fops, and choose a sober husband for lasting happiness.
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Full Text
Song.
—Oh marry the man you love, girls, if you can get him at all:
if he is as rich as Croesus, or as poor as Job in his fall.
Pray do not marry for pelf, girls, twill bring your souls into thrall,
but marry the man you love, girls, if his purse is ever so small.
Oh, never marry a fop, girls, whether he's little or tall;
he'll make a fool of himself and you, he knows nothing well but to drawl.
But marry a sober man, girls, there are few left on this ball;
and you'll never rue the day, girls, that you ever married at all.
—Oh marry the man you love, girls, if you can get him at all:
if he is as rich as Croesus, or as poor as Job in his fall.
Pray do not marry for pelf, girls, twill bring your souls into thrall,
but marry the man you love, girls, if his purse is ever so small.
Oh, never marry a fop, girls, whether he's little or tall;
he'll make a fool of himself and you, he knows nothing well but to drawl.
But marry a sober man, girls, there are few left on this ball;
and you'll never rue the day, girls, that you ever married at all.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Moral Virtue
Satire Society
What keywords are associated?
Marriage Advice
Love Over Wealth
Avoid Fops
Sober Husband
Girls Song
Poem Details
Title
Song.
Subject
Advice On Marriage
Key Lines
Oh Marry The Man You Love, Girls, If You Can Get Him At All: If He Is As Rich As Croesus, Or As Poor As Job In His Fall.
Pray Do Not Marry For Pelf, Girls, Twill Bring Your Souls Into Thrall, But Marry The Man You Love, Girls, If His Purse Is Ever So Small.
Oh, Never Marry A Fop, Girls, Whether He's Little Or Tall; He'll Make A Fool Of Himself And You, He Knows Nothing Well But To Drawl.
But Marry A Sober Man, Girls, There Are Few Left On This Ball; And You'll Never Rue The Day, Girls, That You Ever Married At All.