'Tis April and the blossoms start
And youth must take the chance,
The wander pain is in the heart,
The ache of young Romance.

Out now to far adventuring,
And take your dreams along,
For every pang that fortunes bring
Turn lightly to a song.

For every pang that fortunes bring
Turn lightly to a song.
When Romance comes with dewy rose,
Beware, O prudent men,
For should you spurn him, lo, he goes
And never comes again.