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A Child's Own Book of Verse, Book Three by  Ada M. Skinner and Frances Gillespy Wickes

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THE OLD, OLD SONG

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When all the world is young, lad,

And all the trees are green;

And every goose a swan, lad,

And every lass a queen;—

Then hey for boot and horse, lad,

And round the world away;

Young blood must have its course, lad,

And every dog his day.


When all the world is old, lad,

And all the trees are brown;

And all the sport is stale, lad,

And all the wheels run down;—

Creep home, and take your place there,

The spent and maimed among:

God grant you find one face there,

You loved when all was young.

—CHARLES KINGSLEY.


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