Oh love is pleasin' and love is teasin'
And love is a pleasure when first it's newBut as it grows older sure the love grows colderAnd it fades away like the morning dew
And love and porter makes a young man olderAnd love and whiskey makes him old and greyAnd what can't be cured love has to be endured loveAnd now I am bound for America
love is pleasing- the Dubliners
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