The Female Auctioneer

Published by Chas Magnus, 12 Frankfort St N.Y.

The Female Auctioneer.

Well here I am and what of that!
Methinks I hear you cry;
I am come, and that is pat!
To see if you will buy;
A female auctioneer I stand,
But not to seek for pelf,
For the only lot I've now on hand,
Is just to sell myself!
And I'm going, going, going, going,
Who bids, who bids for me?
For I'm going, going, going, going;
Who bids, who bids for me?

Though some may deem me pert or so,
They deal in idle strife,
For where's the girl, I'd like to know,
Would not become a wife?
Indeed, I really think I should,
In spite of all alarms.
So, bachelors, pray be so good
As just to take me to your arms,
For I'm going, going, going, going, &c.

Ye bachelors, my way toward you
Should not your thoughts mislead:
I've never yet been called a flirt,
Or coquette — no, indeed!
My heart and hand I offer fair,
And if you buy the lot,
I'll vow all Caudling I will spare,
When Hymen ties the knot.
For I'm going, going, going, going, &c.

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