Two Sweethearts

A crowd of young fellas one night at a ball
Were telling of sweethearts they’d had
All seemed hardy except one lad
Who seemed downhearted and sad

Come join us Ned his comrades then said
Surely some girl has loved you
Then raising his head proudly he said
I’m in love with two

   One has hair of silver gray
   The other one is just like gold
   One is young and youthful too
   The other is aged and old
   But dearer than life are they both to me
   From neither would I part
   One is my mother God bless her I love her
   The other one is my sweetheart

My sweetheart is a poor working girl
Whom I’m determined to wed
Father says no it will never be so
You must marry an heiress instead

Mother was young she knows how it is
When father met her she was poor
Ned don’t fret she’ll be your wife yet
For he will consent I am sure