Ah, Friend Of Mine, How Goes It Since You've Taken You A Mate? - Your Smile, Though, Plainly Shows It Is A Very Happy State! Dan Cupid'S Necromancy! You Must Sit You Down And Dine, And Lubricate Your Fancy With A Glass Or Two Of Wine. And As You Have "Deserted," As My Other Chums Have Done, While I Laugh Alone Diverted, As You Drop Off One By One - - And I've Remained Unwedded, Till - You See - Look Here - That I'm, In A Manner, "Snatched Bald-Headed" By The Sportive Hand Of Time! I'm An "Old 'Un!" Yes, But Wrinkles Are Not So Plenty, Quite, As To Cover Up The Twinkles Of The Boy - Ain'T I Right? Yet There Are Ghosts Of Kisses Under This Mustache Of Mine My Mem'Ry Only Misses When I Drown 'Em Out With Wine. From Acknowledgment So Ample, You Would Hardly Take Me For What I Am - A Perfect Sample Of A "Jolly Bachelor"; Not A Bachelor Has Being When He Laughs At Married Life But His Heart And Soul'S Agreeing That He Ought To Have A Wife! Ah, Ha! Old Chum, This Claret, Like Fatima, Holds The Key Of The Old Blue-Beardish Garret Of My Hidden Mystery! Did You Say You'd Like To Listen? Ah, My Boy! The "Sad No More!" And The Tear-Drops That Will Glisten - Turn The Catch Upon The Door, And Sit You Down Beside Me And Put Yourself At Ease - I'll Trouble You To Slide Me That Wine Decanter, Please; The Path Is Kind O' Mazy Where My Fancies Have To Go, And My Heart Gets Sort O' Lazy On The Journey - Don't You Know? Let Me See - When I Was Twenty - It's A Lordly Age, My Boy, When A Fellow'S Money'S Plenty, And The Leisure To Enjoy - And A Girl - With Hair As Golden As - That; And Lips - Well - Quite As Red As This I'm Holdin' Between You And The Light? And Eyes And A Complexion - Ah, Heavens! - Le'-Me-See - Well, - Just In This Connection, - Did You Lock That Door For Me? Did I Start In Recitation My Past Life To Recall? Well, That's An Indication I Am Purty Tight - That's All!