Old man, old man
old man old man
where do you go
over t'hill my dear
to be laid low
old man old man
how long i wonder
six feet my dear
and ditto under
old man old man
i wonder why
reasons like seasons
come and go by
old man old man
shall i be told
too soon you'll be wiser
oh you too shall grow old
aug mmxiv while laid up with sore hip
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