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Robert W Service - Birthday
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(16th January 1949)

I thank whatever gods may be
For all the happiness that`s mine;
That I am festive, fit and free
To savour women, wit and wine;
That I may game of golf enjoy,
And have a formidable drive:
In short, that I`m a gay old boy
Though I be
                    Seventy-and-five.

My daughter thinks. because I`m old
(I`m not a crock, when all is said),
I mustn`t let my feet get cold,
And should wear woollen socks in bed;
A worsted night-cap too, forsooth!
To humour her I won`t contrive:
A man is in his second youth
When he is
                    Seventy-and-five.

At four-score years old age begins,
And not till then, I warn my wife;
At eighty I`ll recant my sins,
And live a staid and sober life.
But meantime let me whoop it up,
And tell the world that I`m alive:
Fill to the brim the bubbly cup -
Here`s health to
                    Seventy-and-five!
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