Poem by Charles Mackay

Wooing

Tis sad to go a-roving
Through the weary world alone,
For the bliss of life is loving,
Ere the days of youth are flown
And old age is Love's undoing,
Passion fades away with time,
So we'll go again a-wooing,
While our hearts are in their prime.
So we'll go again a-wooing, &c. &c.

The frowns of Fortune grieve us,
And Ambition is a cheat,
And the lures of Hope deceive us,
Though her visions are so sweet.
Love alone, her roses strewing,
Smooths our pathway as we climb,
So we'll go again a-wooing,
While our hearts are in their prime.
So we'll go again a-wooing, &c. &c. 

1. Kilravock Tower
2. The Floating Straw
3. Thoughts
4. The Days of Yore
5. The Greenwood Tree

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