THE BACHELOR'S SONG

By Edward Smyth Jones

While I keep my lonely hall,

You are welcome one and all,

As I sing my little song;

Stay, I'll cheer you all day long —

And sow my bachelor-buttons,

And sow my bachelor-buttons.

While this world is wild with glee,

Chime I now my song to thee;

In my bosom lurks no care,

I can loiter everywhere —

And sow my bachelor-buttons,

And sow my bachelor-buttons.

Oh dear, what a happy life

For the man who has no wife,

To bind with sore distresses,

And silk and satin dresses —

While he sows his bachelor-buttons,

While he sows his bachelor-buttons.

His heart is ever merry,

His way is bright and cheery;

No peevish baby crying,

No jealous wife a-sighing —

While he sows his bachelor-buttons,

While he sows his bachelor-buttons.

Ah! praise the God who hath given

A life so much like heaven;

Quit it? Oh no, I'll never,

But live happy forever —

And sow my bachelor-buttons,

And sow my bachelor-buttons.