Lad

I wish I was a lad again,
I wouldn’t waste my time,
I wish I was a lad again,
I would make you mine.

I’d tell you all the things I want,
I’d tell you how I feel,
And now I’ve reached this age of mine,
I wish I was a lad.

I’ve missed so very many things,
Just by being too shy,
And now my life is over,
And soon I am to die.

But if I had my time again,
I’d open my heart,
And I would say so many things,
To make you my sweetheart.

A sort of Scottish deathbed lament. Don’t tell me you’ve never had regrets like this.