It was on an April morning, just as the sun was rising,
It was on an April morning, I heard the small birds sing,
They were singing lovely Nancy, for love it is a fancy,
Sweet were the notes that I heard this small bird sing.
Why should you spend all your young life in courting?
Why should you spend all your single life in vain?
I don't intend to marry, I'd rather longer tarry,
Young men don't you spend all your single lives in vain.
Young men are false and full of deceiving
Young men are false and seldom do prove true,
For we're roving and we're ranging, and our minds are always changing,
Seeking for to find oh some pretty girl that's new.