In the days of my youth I wooed woman with sonnets. My ideas were uncouth In the days of my youth. Now I know that her ruth Is best reached by new bonnets; In the days of my youth I wooed woman with sonnets.
Three Triolets
by Norman Houston O'Neill (1875 - 1934)
1. In the days of my youth  [sung text not yet checked]
Authorship:
- by Justin Huntly McCarthy (1859 - 1936), no title
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Confirmed with Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c., selected by Gleeson White, London: Walter Scott, Limited, 1887.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
2. Here's a flower for your grave  [sung text not yet checked]
Here's a flower for your grave, Little love of last year; Since I once was your slave, Here's a flower for your grave; Since I once used to rave In the praise of my dear, Here's a flower for your grave, Little love of last year.
Authorship:
- by Justin Huntly McCarthy (1859 - 1936), no title
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Confirmed with Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c., selected by Gleeson White, London: Walter Scott, Limited, 1887.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
3. Lo, my heart, so sound asleep  [sung text not yet checked]
Lo, my heart, so sound asleep, Lady! will you wake it? For lost love I used to weep, Now my heart is sound asleep, If it once were yours to keep, I fear you'd break it. Lo! my heart, so sound asleep, Lady, will you wake it?
Authorship:
- by Justin Huntly McCarthy (1859 - 1936), no title
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Confirmed with Ballades and Rondeaus, Chants Royal, Sestinas, Villanelles, &c., selected by Gleeson White, London: Walter Scott, Limited, 1887.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]