A crowd of young fellows one night at a club
Were telling of sweethearts they had,
All were jolly excepting one youth
He seemed down-hearted and sad,
Come ned won’t you join us his comrads then said
For surely some girl has loved you,
Then raising his head very proudly he said,
Boys I’m in love with two.
One has hair of silver grey, the other just like gold,
One is fair and youthful, the other is bent and old,
But dearer than life are they both to me from neither I would part,
One is my mother God bless her, the other is my sweetheart.
My sweetheart is a poor working girl,
But still I’m determined to wed,
My father says no it will never be so,
You’ll marry an heiress instead,
I won mother over she knows how it is,
When father met her she was poor,
Said Ned don’t you fret she’ll be your wife yet
Your father will consent I am sure.
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