(Photo from my 2009 Mardi Gras Flickr set.)

If Ever I Cease To Love

In a house, in a square in a quadrant
In a street, in a lane, in a road.

Turn to the left on the right hand
You see there my true love’s abode

I go there a courting, And cooing to my love like a dove;
And swearing on my bended knee, If Ever I Cease To Love,
May sheep-heads grow on apple trees, If Ever I Cease To Love.

Chorus:
If Ever I Cease To Love, If Ever I Cease To Love,
May the moon be turn’d to green cream cheese,
If Ever I Cease To Love

She can sing, she can play on the piano,
She can jump, she can dance, she can run.

For she’s a wonderful girlie; She’s all of the rolled into one.
I adore her beauty, She’s like an angel dropped from above;
May the fish get legs and the cows lay eggs’
If Ever I Cease To Love

May all dogs wag their tails in front,
If Ever I Cease To Love

Second Chorus:
If Ever I Cease To Love,If Ever I Cease To Love,
May we all turn into cats and dogs,
If Ever I Cease To Love
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For the story of this song’s connection to Mardi Gras, click on the title.