Young men will love thee more fair and more fast; br Heard ye so merry the little bird sing? br Old men's love the longest will last, br And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing. br br br The young man's wrath is like light straw on fire; br Heard ye so merry the little bird sing? br But like red-hot steel is the old man's ire, br And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing. br br br The young man will brawl at the evening board; br Heard ye so merry the little bird sing? br But the old man will draw at the dawning the sword, br And the throstle-cock's head is under his wing.