1.

My gen'rous heart disdains
The slave of Love to be,
I scorn his servile chains
And boast my liberty.
This whining
And pining
And wasting with care
Are not to my taste, be she ever so fair.

2.

Shall a girl's capricious frown
Sink my noble spirits down?
Shall a face of white and red
Make me droop my silly head?
Shall I set me down and sigh
For an eye-brow or an eye?
For a braided lock of hair
Curse my fortune and despair?
My gen'rous heart disdains, & c .

3.

Still uncertain is to-morrow,
Not quite certain is to-day —
Shall I waste my time in sorrow?
Shall I languish life away?
All because a cruel maid
Hath not Love with Love repaid.
My gen'rous heart disdains, & c .