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WHEN ALL THE WORLD WAS YOUNG,LAD
When all the world is young, lad
And all the trees are green;
And every goose a swan, lad,
And every lass a queen;
Then hey for boot and horse, lad,
And round 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 trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
And all the wheels run down:
Creep home and take your place there,
The spent and maimed among:
God grant you find one face there
You loved when all was young.
This poem about life young and old, was written by Charles Kingsley. He was the gentleman who wrote the story of the water babies. I thin I am going to see if I can find a small film of The Water Babies and put it on here. For it is one of those fairy tales that very rarely gets any play on the television and yet it is a very, very beautiful story.
AND HERE IT IS, SPECIALLY FOR YOU, I
HOPE YOU ENJOY AND DON'T GET TO FRIGHTENED OF THE CHIMNEY SWEEP HE IS JUST A SILLY OLD ROBBER.
"There is a wonderful song in this called "Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi Cockalorum."
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This presentation comes from Molly Music on page 19
in Diddilydeedot's Dreamland
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