The 'Old, Old Song'

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The 'Old, Old Song'
by Charles Kingsley
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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 girl 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.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.