I am a young man that's inclined to seek pleasure,   Inclined to seek pleasure, inclined to seek pride.   Flashing my finery, flashing my treasure,   Swaggering out in my livery tie.      But still I remember the things that you taught me,   A man will be armed, and will wear the King's crest,   And the weakness of the head is the jewel of a woman,   So she shall repose with a babe at her breast.      And I gave myself up to a governing passion,   Strutting around like some lord of misrule.   Taking delight in my rifle reporting,   Fighting and sporting and playing the fool.      I am a young man that's inclined to seek pleasure,   Inclined to seek pleasure wherever I can.   So Polly, my dear, don't come any nearer.   You could not convincingly call me a man.      And I gave myself up to a governing passion,   Strutting around like a lord of misrule.   Taking delight in my rifle reporting,   Fighting and sporting and playing the fool.   I am a young man that's inclined to seek pleasure.