A Bachelor Gay - Peter Dawson

A bachelor gay am I

Though I suffer from Cupid's dart

But never I vow will I say die

In spite of an aching heart

For a man who has loved a girl or two

Though the fact must be confessed

He always swears the whole way through

To every girl he tries to woo

That he loves her far the best

At seventeen he falls in love quite madly

With eyes of tender blue

At twenty-four he gets it rather badly

With eyes of a different hue

At thirty-five you'll find him flirting sadly

With two or three or more

When he fancies he is passed love

It is then he meets his last love

And he loves her as he's never loved before

A girl as you've heard of old

Is a kind of a paradox

She changes her mind more times I'm told

Than ever she does her frocks

And a man's like a moth around a flame

For it's nearly always found

He burns his wings but all the same

The nicest part of Cupid's game

Is fluttering round and round

At seventeen he falls in love quite madly

With eyes of tender blue

At twenty-four he gets it rather badly

With eyes of a different hue

At thirty-five you'll find him flirting sadly

With two or three or more

When he fancies he is passed love

It is then he meets his last love

And he loves her as he's never loved before

At thirty-five you'll find him flirting sadly

With two or three or more

When he fancies he is passed love

It is then he meets his last love

And he loves her as he's never loved before