A song probably written for performance at Vauxhall.

Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer

A slave to the fair from my childhood I've been,
Before the soft down had appeared on my chin;
And 'tis from experience all matters are known,
I've found 'em all kind, from Clarinda to Joan.
I'll strive to convince ye, by dint of the pen,
That women love kissing as well as the men.

Young Chloe was wanton, but scruples she had,
I woo'd her so closely she yielded, Egad!
"And now you'll be constant?" she whispered and cried:
I knew what I thought, so I smiling replied,
"My dear, can you doubt it?" and kissed her again;
For women love kissing as well as the men.

Chaste Celia devoutly read lectures to me,
She wondered what pleasure in kissing could be;
I pressed her to try it, and then speak her mind:
She made the sweet proof, and grew instantly kind,
Then answered me softly "I'll try it again".
All women love kissing as well as the men.

That women are cruel, is all a mistake,
For every fair female at heart is a rake:
'Tis conduct, ye lovers, the damsel secures;
Stick close to her lips, she's infallibly yours;
And search through the sex, I'll lay twenty to ten,
That women love kissing as well as the men.