I am a young man that's inclined to seek pleasure, Inclined to seek pleasure, inclined to seek pride. Flashing my finery, flashing my treasure, Swaggering out in my livery tie. But still I remember the things that you taught me, A man will be armed, and will wear the King's crest, And the weakness of the head is the j**el of a woman, So she shall repose with a babe at her breast. And I gave myself up to a governing pa**ion, Strutting around like some lord of misrule. Taking delight in my rifle reporting,
Fighting and sporting and playing the fool. I am a young man that's inclined to seek pleasure, Inclined to seek pleasure wherever I can. So Polly, my dear, don't come any nearer. You could not convincingly call me a man. And I gave myself up to a governing pa**ion, Strutting around like a lord of misrule. Taking delight in my rifle reporting, Fighting and sporting and playing the fool. I am a young man that's inclined to seek pleasure.