oh love is teasin and love is pleasin and love s a pleasure when first it is new but as love grows older it still grows colder and fades away like the mornin dew come all ye fair maids now take a warnin don t ever heed what a young man will say he s like a star on a foggy mornin when you think he s near he is far away i left my father i left my mother i left my brothers and my sisters too i left my home and my fond dwelling my young man for the sake of you oh love is teasin and love is pleasin and love s a pleasure when first it is new but as love grows older it still grows colder and fades away like the mornin dew