0 woman, in man's hour of ease And plenty, how you strive to please! To win his heart - and purse - you try With ogle, whisper, smile, and sigh.
But when he's short of cash, you find, You change your tactics and your mind; And from a fellow lacking "oof" You deem it well to hold aloof -
Tip-tilt your nose and curve your lip, And let the impecunious R.I.P., To find some other, wealthier, new man: All this you do because - you're Woman.
First published in The Bulletin, 10 December 1892.