I Must Have Women - There Is

No Retreat. No Retreat. They Must Conquer Or Die Who've No Retreat.

In Every Age And Clime We See Two Of A Trade Can Never Agree.

Twas When The Seas Were Roaring With Hollow Blasts Of Wind, A Damsel Lay Deploring, All On A Rock Reclined.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispell'd When A Woman Appears; Like The Notes Of A Fiddle, She Sweetly, Sweetly Raises The Spirits, And Charms Our Ears.

Of All The Fools That Pride Can Boast, A Coxcomb Claims Distinction Most.