A group of young soldiers one night in a camp,
Were talking of sweethearts they had,
All would be glad but for one Irish lad,
Who looked very down hearted and sad.
I say wont you join us said one of the boys,
Surely you love someone too,
He lifted his head and proudly he said,
Yes I'm in love with two.
One has hair of silvery grey, the other has hair of gold,
One is young and beautifull, the other is bent and old,
This are the two that are dear to me,
From them I never will part,
For one is my mother, God bless her I love her,
And the other is my sweetheart.
The sweetheart was only a poor country girl,
To whom he intented to wed,
His father said no this cannot be so,
You must marry a Lady instead.
One has hair of silvery grey, the other has hair of gold,
One is young and beautifull, the other is bent and old,
This are the two that are dear to me,
From them I never will part,
For one is my mother, God bless her I love her,
And the other is my sweetheart.
Were talking of sweethearts they had,
All would be glad but for one Irish lad,
Who looked very down hearted and sad.
I say wont you join us said one of the boys,
Surely you love someone too,
He lifted his head and proudly he said,
Yes I'm in love with two.
One has hair of silvery grey, the other has hair of gold,
One is young and beautifull, the other is bent and old,
This are the two that are dear to me,
From them I never will part,
For one is my mother, God bless her I love her,
And the other is my sweetheart.
The sweetheart was only a poor country girl,
To whom he intented to wed,
His father said no this cannot be so,
You must marry a Lady instead.
One has hair of silvery grey, the other has hair of gold,
One is young and beautifull, the other is bent and old,
This are the two that are dear to me,
From them I never will part,
For one is my mother, God bless her I love her,
And the other is my sweetheart.