I am a young man living in sorrow 'Tis
for a lady known for her charms Too well I love her and every morrow Ever I pine and long for her arms. Better it
is to show my passion Than to endure this restless pain Come bright star, beam kindly on me Then shall my pure love
be near me again.
So does the wild young man implore me I fear my hand must yet be bound So many warnings are
before me From married lovers all around. I'm too young to be tied to another I must make discretion my guide When
I am ready to take a lover You shall hear how I decide.
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