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It is according to God’s will That what we love the most must fade, Or forsake. There’s nothing that our hearts so fill With sorrow as when loved things fade, Or forsake, Or forsake.

If a young lassie, full of grace, Should chance to give you a rosebud, Remember, To-morrow will smile in your face, But at eve is dead, the rosebud, Remember, Remember.

If God has then blessed you with love, And you worship a lassie true, From your heart, There’ll come still a time when your love Will forsake you, and not be true, But forsake, But forsake.