Ah but love is pleasing and love is teasing
Love is a treasure when first it's new
Ah but as love grows older so love grows colder
And fades away like the morning dew
Oh how I wish, how I wish, but it's all in vain
I wish that I were a maid again
Ah but a maid again I shall never be
Till apples grow on an orange tree
How I wish, how I wish that my babe was born
And sitting on his mother's knee
And I wish that I were dead and gone
The deep green grass growing over me