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The OLD MAN'S COMFORTS.
And how he gained them.
You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
Now tell me the reason I pray.
The few locks which are left you are grey;
You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,
Now tell me the reason I pray.
In the days of my youth, Father William replied,
:I remember'd that youth would fly fast,
And abused not my health and my vigour at first
:That I never might need them at last.
:I remember'd that youth would fly fast,
And abused not my health and my vigour at first
:That I never might need them at last.
You are old, Father William, the young man cried,
:And pleasures with youth pass away,
And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
:Now tell me the reason I pray.
:And pleasures with youth pass away,
And yet you lament not the days that are gone,
:Now tell me the reason I pray.
