When all the world was young,
lad,
And all the
trees were green,
Every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen.
It's hay for boot and horse, lad,
Around 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
leaves are brown,
Go home and take your place,
lad,
The spent and named among.
You'll find one face there You loved
when all was young.
When all the world was young, lad,
And all the
trees were green,
Every goose
a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen.
It's hay for boot and horse, lad,
Around the world away.
Young blood must have its course,
lad,
And every dog his day.