Make much of thy prize,
For he is the best
That ever came a-suing.
Yet—yet we must part,
Young heart!
Yet—yet we must part.
Oh, merry young heart,
Bright are the days of thy wooing!
But happier far
The days untried.
Make much of thy prize,
For he is the best
That ever came a-suing.
Yet—yet we must part,
Young heart!
Yet—yet we must part.
Oh, merry young heart,
Bright are the days of thy wooing!
But happier far
The days untried.