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
when 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
