WHEN THE WORLD IS YOUNG, LAD.
When all the world is young, lad, And all the leaves 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 the sport is stale, lad, ! And all the wheels run down ; I Creep home, and take your place there, The spent and maimed among : God grant you find oue face there, You loved when all way young. (From "Songs from the Water Babies.") Charles Kingsley, "Poems."
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Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 9, 14 May 1920, Page 6
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114WHEN THE WORLD IS YOUNG, LAD. Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 9, 14 May 1920, Page 6
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