A popular song from 1917.
Words by F. Clifford Harris and Valentine.
Music by Jas. W. Tate.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt Payne:
Lyrics
- A bachelor gay am I
Tho’ I’ve suffered from Cupid’s dart
But never I vow will I say die,
In spite of an aching heart
For a man always loves a girl or two
Tho’ the fact must be confessed
He always swears the whole way thro’
To ev’ry girl he tries to woo
That he loves her far the best
He loves her for the best
Chorus
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 diff’rent hue
At thirty-five you’ll find him flirting sadly
With two or three or more
When he fancies he is past love
It is then he meets his last love
And he loves her as he’s never loved before
2. A girl you have 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
Fluttering ’round and ’round
Sung here by Fred Feild: