Lyrics:
I'm a maiden imploring your pity,
No one so forlorn in the City,
Tho' wanting a lover, I can't find a lad,
Who's willing court, they'r afraid of my dad;
They'r getting so bashful, it's really too bad,
A lover to me is a boon.
For Willie's so frightened, it's really absurd,
And John has about as much sense as a bird.
In the absence of lovers I find 'pon my word
I'm in love with the man in the moon.
chorus:
I'm in love with the man in the moon,
I'm in love with the man in the moon,
For his eyes are so bright, on a harvesting night,
And although he gets full, why he never gets tight.
Other lovers abroad nightly may roam
But my man in the moon stays at home,
And some night after all,
If no beaux on me call,
I'll elope with the man in the moon,
I'll elope with the man in the moon.
My hand has been asked by the Squire,
But perhaps i may look somewhat higher,
With plenty of money, he can't buy my heart,
A cottage and love will suit me for a start,
From friends and relations perhaps I may part,
I've still got my man in the moon.
So send in proposals this very night,
The old folks asleep and the watchdog all right.
Or some summers' night on a starbeam so bright
I'll elope with the man in the moon.
