For my young ones

Closely hold that dear heart near,

let not that sweet eye e'er drop one tear.

Dreams may come and dreams may go

but constant love will always be so.

Thus guard your heart, 'til it be ripe:

ripe to fall and ripe to fight -

wine, not grapes, your sweet heart be,

but wait, my child, be patient and wait.

Wait for true love's constancy.