| Hearken to me both high and low
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| I’ll sing for you a song
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| Of Kings and Queens, and rose-lipped maidens
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| Courting light foot lads
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| Now love is grand, when love is new
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| The heart blood, it runs strong
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| There’s nothing a doting lad won’t do
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| To keep his princess warm
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| He’ll tease her with poems and promises
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| He’ll ask her out to dance
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| He’ll cajole and he’ll beg
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| And he’ll always win
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| In bitter-sweet romance
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| For time it comes, and time it goes
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| It makes the strongest tree to bend
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| Kings and Queens have no defence
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| Time brings all things to an end
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| But he goes out, with his drinking pals
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| His eyes begin to roam
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| He forgets all about the brown-eyed beauty
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| Who now, sits home alone
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| There’s no more walks, down lover’s lane
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| There’s no more wine in the sun
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| All that’s left is a hollow pain
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| Time, alas you’ve won
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| Now all who wish for love to stay
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| And last your whole life through
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| Keep ahead of time me boys
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| And never be untrue |