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Thomas Hood - "Spring It Is Cheery"
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Spring it is cheery, 
Winter is dreary, 
Green leaves hang, but the brown must fly; 
When he`s forsaken, 
Wither`d and shaken, 
What can an old man do but die? 
Love will not clip him, 
Maids will not lip him, 
Maud and Marian pass him by; 
Youth it is sunny, 
Age has no honey,— 
What can an old man do but die? 
June it was jolly, 
Oh for its folly! 
A dancing leg and a laughing eye; 
Youth may be silly, 
Wisdom is chilly,— 
What can an old man do but die? 
Friends, they are scanty, 
Beggars are plenty, 
If he has followers, I know why; 
Gold`s in his clutches, 
(Buying him crutches!) 
What can an old man do but die?
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