For We Shall Both Grow Older

They tell me I'm too young to wed, But sure 'tis all a fancy; A smiling girl runs in my head, 'Tis pretty little Nancy: My mother says it must not be, Tho' this I've often told her That Nancy is as young as me, And we shall both grow older.

Her eyes are blue, with flaxen hair, Her smile just hit my fancy; No girl so mild, so soft, so fair, As pretty little Nancy: Then why not wed as well as love, And so I've often told her, If now too young, we shall improve, For we shall both grow older.

When year on year rolls o'er her head, She still will please my fancy, As when to church I fondly led, My pretty little Nancy: Then let us wed as love invites, For this I've often told her, 'Tis love alone can give delight, When we are both grown older.