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The Youth of the Heart

   
Swann: When I was a young man, I hadn't a penny,
  "When shall we marry?", my Molly would say.
  But I was a wise man and said to my darling,
  "Love that is true love will not fade away".
   
  Oh, the young of the heart,
  And the dew in the mornin'.
  You wake, and they've left you,
  Without any warnin'.
   
  I went to America looking for money,
  I worked all the day and I slept all alone.
  The sweet silver dollars I saved for my darling,
  To clothe her in satin and make her my own.
   
  Oh, the young of the heart,
  And the dew in the mornin'.
  You wake, and they've left you,
  Without any warnin'.
   
  I came back to Ireland, my pockets a-jingle,
  And the wedding bells rang as I came down the street.
  "Oh, where is the colleen I've come back to marry?",
  I asked the first neighbour I happened to meet.
   
  Oh, the young of the heart,
  And the dew in the mornin'.
  You wake, and they've left you,
  Without any warnin'.
   
  "Your love has grown weary of keeping her kisses,
  And learning a song that will never be sung.
  This morning, your Molly has married another,
  A penniless man with a heart that is young".
   
  Oh, the young of the heart,
  And the dew in the mornin'.
  You wake, and they've left you,
  Without any warnin'.
   
  So all you young lovers all ready to marry,
  Remember my story and mind what I say.
  For I was a wise man, and now I am sorry,
  The wisdom of winter is madness in May.
   
  Oh, the young of the heart,
  And the dew in the mornin'.
  You wake, and they've left you,
  Without any warnin'.

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