My love is on the ocean, I think I’ll let him swim For in my heart I know it, I’m just as good as him His love is in his pocket, and so little in his heart The way he devises it, it gives his girl a part 
Chorus Adieu to cold weather, away with the frost I’ll sing and be merry for the old beau that I lost I’ll sing and be merry as a birdie in the tree There’s rest for the weary since he went back on me 
Now in the quiet afternoon we’d sit around and talk And in the pleasant evening, we’d go out for a walk His talk was always pleasant but his watch was always slow And many times I told him to take his hat and go 
The last time I saw him was in a shady grove He smiled on me so sweetly and offered me a rose Thinking I’d accept it, I quickly let him see That I could find another that was just as good as he 
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