I wished, I wished, oh,
I wished in vain I wished I was a lad again
But love again I will never be,
When apples grow on autumn's tree.
For love is teasing, and love is pleasing
Love is a pleasure when first it's new
But as it grows older,
our love grows colder ,
And fades away like the morning dew.
When I was a young man, I did not care,
I drank the whiskey night and morn.
But since I've married that girl so
fair I rue the day that I was born
For love is teasing and love is pleasing
Love is a pleasure when first it's new
But as it grows older, our love grows colder,
And fades away like a morning dew.
I wished, I wished,
that my bairn was born
And sitting on his mother's knee
And me, poor boy, I was dead and gone
With the long green grass grown over me
For love is teasing, ay, love is pleasing
Love is a pleasure when first it's new
But as it grows older, ach,
love grows colder
And fades away like the morning