Alexandria Gazette & Daily Advertiser

For the Gazette,
TO PALEMON FLINT.
You are in great want of a wife,
And I am tired of my lone life,
The want of a husband quite kills me,-
I am virtuous, yet untried,
None asked me to be their bride,
And married I fain would wish to be.
You are thirty years and seven,
And I outdo you but eleven,-
I think you and I can well agree;
You seem to be in great haste,
And I no time have to waste,
O, how happy you and I should be.
The fortune you did get by death,
Can make us for ever blest,
We will plough such handsome estate,-
Eighty acres you have, you do say,
I pray do not much longer delay,
For we will work on it early and late.
I will milk all the three cows-
You feed the mare--I the two sows--
So we will lovingly trudge it along;
With my partner for life,
I'll prove to be a good wife,
And this makes an end of your song.
Now I will tell you my part,-
You have got my warm heart;
And I'll tell you my features quite plain,
My mouth has a tusk on each side,
That stick outside with great pride,
And Ann Sabell is my maiden name.
One of my legs is made with oak wood,
The other is fat, salted and good,
And my right eye is lost and quite out,-
Otherwise I can't complain,
But at times am a little lame.
Being a little touched with the gout.
So pray write down unto me,
With your letters post free-
Near Colchester town I reside-
O, I long from you to hear
And do, make me your dear,
And quickly your wife and your bride.
But, more than all this,
How great will be our bliss.
When we get a daughter or a son,-
And still happier will we be.
When we get two or three-
O, that this marriage soon could be done.