Classic Poem

Och , never give your whole heart up — take it from one that knows!
The first may seem a gooldie, but the second's like a rose,
And kissin' still is kissin', lad, from Antrim down to Clare,
And the world is full av women — so the divil take the care!

Aye, kiss away their tears, me lad, and hold them at a song;
The heart that's lovin' lightest is the heart
So leave the gerrl beyont the hill, and greet the one above —
Och, don't be lovin' women, lad, but just thry lovin' Love!