It was one April
morning just as the sun was rising,
It was one April morning, I heard the
small birds sing.
They were singing Lovely Nancy, for
love it is a fancy,
And sweet were the notes that I heard
the small birds sing.
Young men are
false, young men they are deceitful;
Young men are false, and seldom can
With their rambling and their ranging,
And their minds they're always changing,
they're always looking out for
other girl that's new.
Oh, if I had but
my own heart in keeping,
Oh, if I had my own heart back again.
Safe in my bosom, I would lock it
And it would wander never, so far
from me again.
Why do you spend
all your long time in courting?
Why do you spend all your long time
For I don't intend to marry, I'd
rather longer tarry,
So, young men, don't you spend all
your long time in vain.