When I was one-and-twenty



I heard a wise man say,



“Give crowns and pounds and guineas



But not your heart away;



Give pearls away and rubies



But keep your fancy free.”



But I was one-and-twenty,



No use to talk to me.







When I was one-and-twenty



I heard him say again,



“The heart out of the bosom



Was never given in vain;



’Tis paid with sighs a plenty



And sold for endless rue.”



And I am two-and-twenty,



And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.





