A[G] group of young soldiers one night in a camp,
Were[C] talking of sweethearts they[G] had,
[C]All would be glad ex[G]cept one Irish lad,
Who[D] looked very down[D7]hearted and[G] sad,
I[G] say wont you join us said one of the boys,
[C]Surely you love someone[G] too,
He[C] lifted his head and[G] proudly he said,
[D]Yes im in love with[G] two.
[Chorus]
One[G] has hair of silver grey,the[C] other has hair of [G]gold,
[C]One is young and[G] beautifull,the[D] other is bent and[D7] old,
Thoes[G] are the two that are dear to me,
[C]From them I never will[G] part,
Fo[C]r one is my mother,God[G] bless her I love her,
And the[D] other is[D7] my sweet[G]heart.
[2]
My sweetheart is only a poor country girl,
To her I intend to be wed,
But my father said no this cannot be so,
You must marry a ladt instead.
