| Oh love is teasin', and love is pleasin'
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| And love’s a pleasure when first it is new
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| But as love grows older, it still grows colder
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| And fades away like the mornin' dew
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| Come all ye fair maids, now take a warnin'
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| Don’t ever heed what a young man’ll say
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| He’s like a star on a foggy mornin'
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| When you think he’s near, he’s far away
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| I left my father, I left my mother
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| I left my brothers, and my sisters too
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| I left my home, and my fond dwelling
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| My young man, for the sake of you
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| Oh love is teasin', and love is pleasin'
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| And love’s a pleasure when first it is new
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| But as love grows older, it still grows colder
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| And fades away like the mornin' dew |