APRIL MORNING

It was on 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 prove true
With their rambling and their ranging
And their minds are always changing
And they're always looking out for some other girl new

Oh if I had but my own heart in keeping
Oh if I had my own heart back again
Close in my bosom
I would lock it up forever
And it would wander never so far from me again

Why would you spend all your long time in courting
Why would you spend all your long time in vain
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