He was a lad in his twenties
She was a girl in her teens
The time, it was when there was spring in the air
And everyone knows what that means!
Without any doubt he decided
That she was the one in his life
So he knelt on his right knee and twisted his left
And asked her if she'd be his wife
So he wooed her and wooed her and wooed her
She wouldn't say yes there and then
'Cause her mother had said she was much too young
So he wooed her and wooed her again
He was a lad in his thirties
She in her twenty-third year
He still loved the girl, but she still answered no
So he dropped a strong, silent tear
And when he was passing his forties
She said, "I want you for my own
But it would break mother's heart now
if we were to wed
As she'd hate to be left all alone"
So he wooed her and wooed her and wooed her
She wouldn't say yes there and then
'Cause her mother had said she was much too young
So he wooed her and wooed her again
He was a lad in his sixties
She was about fifty-three
And he was still crazy to wed, but her ma
Still warbled "The Isle of Capri"
And when he had grown to his eighties
He told her that he'd done his best
And although he'd been faithful for sixty-nine years
He was only a man like the rest
So he wooed her and wooed her and wooed her
She wouldn't say yes there and then
'Cause her mother had said she was much too young
So he wooed her and wooed her again
He was a hundred and twenty
And she about a hundred and four
And he had entirely given up hope
Till her ma went and married once more
At last the girl said she would wed him
And though it may sound very weird
The poor stork had waited for so many years
That it flew down the flu with a beard
Still he wooed her and wooed her and wooed her
The wooing had gone to his brain
And he had to lay off for a year or two
Before he could woo her again