How happy the woman whose charms
Gain sweethearts stuck all in a row,
That if one should desert from her arms,
She still has two strings to her bow.

Should Thomas prove false, could he rob
My heart of its quiet? Oh no!
For if Thomas is gone, there is Bob;
I still have two strings to my bow!

Then 'tis not so common a thing
Can vex me, I'd have you to know!
Since I have two beaux to my string,
As well as two strings to my bow!