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Young and Old by Charles Kingsley 1819-1875

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When all the world is young, lad, and all the trees are green;

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And every goose a swan, lad, and every lass a queen;

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Then hey for boot and horse, lad, and round the world away!

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Young blood must have its course, lad, and every dog his day.

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When all the world is old, lad, and all the trees are brown;

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And all the sport is stale, lad, and all the wheels run down;

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Creep home, and take your place there, the spent and maimed among;

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God grant you find one face there, you loved when all was young.

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  • Photos by Tom Hussey
  • Poem “Young and Old” by Charles Kingsley (1819-1875)

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