I sigh that kiss you,For I must ownThat I shall miss youWhen you have grown.

How far away the stars seem, and how far is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart.

When we are young we long to tread a way none have trod before

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

When two close kindred meetWhat better than call a dance?

O fie miss, you must not kiss and tell.