When life is young | ||
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TELL ME, DAISY
Tell me, Daisy, ere I go,Whether my love is true or no
One leaf off: He loves me. What?
One more leaf, and he loves me not.
Three leaves: Will he? Four leaves: So,
He never will love me?—oh no, no!
I don't care what a daisy says;
I'm sure to get married one of these days!
When life is young | ||