Ref:
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain I wish I was a maid again But a maid again I never can be 'Till apples grows on an ivy tree
I.
For love is pleasing and love is teasing And love is a treasure when first it's new But as it grows older, oh the love grows colder And fades away like the morning dew
II.
Forgive me, love if I forsook you I was mistaken I'll ne'er deny. but what cannot be cured, love must be endured, love, 'tis his I'll be 'till day I die.
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