| Sweetheart, do not love too long: |
| I loved long and long, |
| And grew to be out of fashion |
| Like an old song. |
| All through the years of our youth |
| Neither could have known |
| Their own thought from the other’s, |
| We were so much at one. |
| But O, in a minute she changed— |
| O do not love too long, |
| Or you will grow out of fashion |
| Like an old song. |