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 [heart] 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 [chest]
Was never given in vain;
’Tis paid with sighs a plenty
And sold for endless rue [sadness].”
And I am two-and-twenty, And oh, ’tis true, ’tis true.
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