| I wish, I wish, I wish in vain
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| I wish, I wish I was a youth again
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| But a youth again I can never be
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| Till apples grow on an ivy tree
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| I left-a me father, I left-a me mother
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| I left all me sisters and brothers too
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| I left all me friends and me own religion
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| I left them all for to follow you
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| But the sweetest apple is the soonest rotten
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| And the hottest love is the soonest cold
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| And what can’t be cured love has to be endured love
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| And now I am bound for Americay
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| Oh love is pleasin' and love is teasin'
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| And love is a pleasure when first it’s new
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| But as it grows older, sure the love grows colder
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| And it fades away like the morning dew
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| And love and porter makes a young man older
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| And love and whiskey makes him old and grey
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| And what can’t be cured love has to be endured love
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| And now I am bound for Americay |