Rose'S Song

Some folks who have grown old and sour, Say love does nothing but annoy. The fact is, they have had their hour, So envy what they can't enjoy. I like the glance--I like the sigh-- That does of ardent passion tell! If some folks were as young as I, I'm sure they'd like it quite as well.

Old maiden aunts so hate the men, So well know how wives are harried, It makes them sad--not jealous--when They see their poor dear nieces married. All men are fair and false, they know, And with deep sighs they assail 'em, It's so long since they tried men, though, I rather think their mem'ries fail 'em.

DUET (Flam and Rose)

Flam. 'Tis true I'm caressed by the witty, The envy of all the fine beaux, The pet of the court and the city, But still, I'm the lover of Rose.

Rose. Country sweethearts, oh, how I despise! And oh! how delighted I am To think that I shine in the eyes Of the elegant--sweet--Mr. Flam.

Flam. Allow me [offers to kiss her].

Rose. Pray don't be so bold, sir [kisses her].

Flam. What sweets on that honey'd lip hang!

Rose. Your presumption, I know, I should scold, sir, But I really can't scold Mr. Flam.

Both. Then let us be happy together, Content with the world as it goes, An unchangeable couple for ever, Mr. Flam and his beautiful Rose.