The Democratic Advocate

YOUNG NAUGHTY MEN.
I will never more deceive you, or of happiness bereave you,
But I'll die a maid to grieve you, oh! you naughty, naughty men;
You may talk of love, and sighing, say for us you're nearly dying—
All the while you know you're trying to deceive, you naughty, naughty men.
When you want a kiss or favor, you put on your best behavior
And your looks of kindness savor, oh! you naughty, naughty men;
Of love you set us dreaming, and when with hope we're teeming,
We find you are but scheming, you naughty, naughty men.
If a fortune we inherit, you see in us every merit,
And declare we're girls of spirit, oh! you naughty, naughty men;
But too often, matrimony is a mere matter of money,
We get bitters 'stead of honey, from you naughty, naughty men.
And when married, how you treat us, and of each fond wish defeat us,
And some will even beat us, oh! you naughty, naughty men;
You take us from our mothers, from our sisters and our brothers.
When you get us, flirt with others, oh! you cruel, wicked men.
But with all your faults, we clearly love you wicked fellows dearly-
Yes, we dote upon you dearly, oh! you naughty, naughty men;
We've no wish to distress you, we'd sooner far caress you,
And when kind we'll say, Oh! bless you oh! you naughty, dear, delightful men.