ROMANCE FOR ME.
I
Romance for me, Romance for me,
Not matter of fact and history,
And prosing volumes all about—
“Once on a time it so fell out.”
Romance for me, Romance for me,
And a nice little bit of a mystery!
II
I hate the noon—give me the moon,
And dewy nights in May or June:
Dull Prudence sighs, and trims her lamp,
And talks about cold, night-air, and damp!
Romance for me, Romance for me,
And a nice little bit of a mystery!
III
Give me the loves of turtle doves,
Who bill and coo in shadowy groves;
Give me Romance, and I'll dispense
With the rodomontade of common sense.
Romance for me, Romance for me,
And a nice little bit of a mystery!
