On One April Morning 'Twas on one April morning just as the sun was rising 'Twas on one April morning, I heard the small birds sing They were singing Lovely Nancy, for love it is a fancy, And how sweet were the notes that I heard the small birds sing. For young men are false and are full of all deceiving Young men are false and seldom do prove true For they're roving and they're ranging, and their hearts are always changing, They are hunting to find out some pretty girl that's new. And Oh, if I had but my own heart in keeping, Oh, if I had but my own heart back again Close to my bosom I would lock it up forever And it would never, never stray so far from me again. Young men, why do you spend all your long, long time in courting? Young men, why do you spend all your long, long time in vain? For I don't intend to marry; I would far rather tarry So young men, don't you spend all your long, long time in vain. (repeat first verse) recorded by Lou Killen and Tony Rose PX oct99
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