YOUNG AND OLD (updated)
When all the whole world is young, boy,`
And all the trees are green,
And every goose a swan, boy,
And every girl a queen,
Then take to saddle and horse then,
And round the world go way.
Young blood must run its course, boy,
And every dog his day.
When all the world is old, boy,
And all the trees are brown,
And every sport grown cold, boy,
And all the clocks run down,
Creep home, and take your place there,
The old and frail among,
God grant you find one face there,
You loved when all was young.