MY NICE YOUNG MAN.
Written by W. V. Keeler.
'Twas on a summer's evening, and the place 'twas Central Park.
That I went out to take a walk, in fact to stroll till dark.
I happened on a lonely path, and there, not far ahead,
A young man stood, with hat in band, and bowing to me said:
"Ah! how do you do, my pretty maid?
Of me you need not be afraid;
Now come and sit down beeide me, do,
I'd like to have a long chat with you."
At first I was a bit annoyed, tho' soon I felt at ease,
He said such things to comfort me and then began to squeeze
Ah, me! he was a nice young man, so bashful and so shy,
That when he rose to go I grabbed him and began to cry:
"Pray, don't ye go 'way, I love you so,
I'd faint for fair if you should go;
So come and sit down und be polite,
You know the moon will not shine to-night"
"All right," says he, "I'll never part from you, my pretty miss.
And if you want to close the bargain just give to me a kiss."
I kissed him once, he kissed me twice, and then, oh me, oh my!
He took me on his lap and hugged me till I thought I'd die.
Oh yes, he was such a nice young man;
His clothes fit him so spick and span,
That I was contented and sat on his lap:
Till up came the sun I was still on his lap.