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H, gentlemen, listen, I pray; Though I own that my heart has been ranging, Of nature the laws I obey,
 * For nature is constantly changing.

The moon in her phases is found,
 * The time and the wind and the weather.

The months in succession come round,
 * And you don't find two Mondays together.
 * Consider the moral, I pray.
 * Nor bring a young fellow to sorrow,
 * Who loves this young lady to-day,
 * And loves that young lady to morrow.