I\u27m only sixteen, \u27tis a nice little age,I would not be younger or older,Already I\u27ve conn\u27d over Love\u27s mystic page,And warm\u27d when I should have grown colder.I would like to be married,But wedlock, they say, Has troubles which I\u27ve never seen,So, I\u27d rather not barter my freedom away,For I\u27ve only just enter\u27d sixteen.
I hate an old maid yet I don\u27t wish to wedUntil I have jilted my dozens;And the beaux who had been by my glances misled,I\u27d give to my young country cousins. Make hay while the sun shines, so wisely they say,Mine\u27s bright, and my pasture is green;I\u27ll think of November though blooming in May,For I\u27ve only just enterd sixteen.
I\u27ve done with young fops they are playthings at best,And please while around you they flutter;The schoolgirls are getting to be quite a pest,And I warmly detest bread and butter.I can smile on a man if he\u27s not quite too old,Has whiskers is noble in mien;And i would not object to the music of gold,For I\u27ve only just enter\u27d sixteen
