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There comes a time for every lad
To see there's love there to be had
And so the day arrives at last
For their chance to woo a lass
In Overhill there lived a lad
He'd spied a lass, that made him glad
He got his nerve to make a start
On winning this young lass's heart
But what was this poor lad to do?
For skills and talents, he had but few
No way with words each time he spoke
Nor counted with the handsome folk