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O the DAYS when I was YOUNG.
O The days when I was young!when I laugh'd at Fortune's spight,Talk'd of love the whole day long,and with Nectar crown'd the night;Then it was Old Father Care,little reck'd l of thy frown,Half thy malice your cou'd hear,and a night a bumper drown.Chor. O the days when I was young!when I laugh'd at Fortune's spight,Talk'd of love the whole day long,and with Nectar crown'd the night.
Truth they say lies in a well;why? I vow I ne'er cou'd see;Let the water-drinkers tell,there it always lay for me;For when sparkling wine went round,never saw I falsehood's mask;But still honest truth I foundin the bottom of the flask. O the days, &c.
True, at length my vigour's flown,I have years to bring decay:Few the locks that now I own,and the few I have, are grey:Yet old Jerome then may'st boast,while thy spirits do not tire,Still beneath thy age's frost,glows a spark of youthful fire, O the, &c.
