SONG CCII. The MEN will ROMANCE

When I enter'd my Teens, and threw Playthings aside, I conceiv'd myself Woman, and fit for a Bride, By the Men I was flatter'd, my Pride to enhance, For the Maids will believe, and the Men will romance.

They swore that my Eyes the bright Di'mond excell'd, Such a Face and such Tresses, sure ne'er were beheld! That to gaze on my Neck was all Rapture and Trance! Oh! the Maids will believe, and the Men will romance.

Young Polydore saw me one Night at the Ball, And swore to my Charms he a Conquest must fall; On his Knees he entreated my Hand for a Dance, Ah! the Maids will believe, and the Men will romance.

He conducted me home, when the Pastime was o'er; And declar'd he ne'er saw so much Beauty before, He ogled and sigh'd, as he saw me advance. Ah! the Maids will believe, and the Men will romance.

Then Day after Day I his Company had, At length he declar'd all his Flame to my Dad; But my Father lov'd Money, and would not advance, And reply'd to my Lover, young Men will romance.

But tho' my Papa would not give us a Shilling, My Polydore swore he to wed me was willing; So to Church we both went, and at Night had a Dance, And believe me my Polydore did not romance.