They envy my wealth.
Song
1. They envy my wealth, ; This little mustache of mine. ; I plucked the ends, ; I walk along Megyer. ; ; 2. If I had known, ; That the apple would be sweet. ; I would have picked three, ; I would have given them to my lover. ; ; 3. But I only picked one, ; I could not give them to my lover. ; But I only picked one, ; I could not give them to my lover.