Irish traditional song lyrics — collected by Beer Belly Band.
I wish I wish I wish in vain
I wish I was a youth again
But a youth again I can never be
Till apples grow an Ivy tree
Chorus:
O love is pleasing and love is teasing and love is a pleasure
When first it’s new but as it grows older sure a love grows colder
And it fades away like the morning dew
I left me father I left me mother
I left all me sisters and brothers too
I left all me friends and me own relations
I left them all for to follow you
Chorus
But the sweetest apple is the soonest rotten
And the hottest love is the soonest cold
And what can’t be cured love must endured love
And now I am bound for Americay
Chorus
And love and porter makes a young man older
And love and whiskey makes him old and grey
And what can’t be cured love must endured love
And now I am bound for Americay
Chorus