The Old Man's Song |
Traditional, c. 1685
If I live to grow old, for I find I go down, Let this be my fate in a country town: May I have a warm house, with a stone at the gate, And a cleanly young girl to rub my bald pate; Refrain: May I govern my passions with absolute sway, And grow wiser and better as strength wears away, Without gout or stone, by a gentle decay.
2. In a country town, by a murmuring brook,
3. With Horace and Plutarch, and one or two more |
4. With a pudding on Sunday, and stout humming liquor, And remnants of Latin to welcome the vicar; With a hidden reserve of good Burgundy wine, To drink the king's health in as oft as I dine. Refrain:
5. When the days are grown short, and it freezes and snows,
6. With a courage undaunted may I face my last day; |