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The days when I was young!

when I laughed at fortune's ſpight,

Talk'd of love the whole day long,

and with nectar crown'd the night;

Then it was Old Father Care,

little reck'd I of thy frown;

Half thy malice youth cou'd bear,

and at night a bumper drown.

Chor. O the days when I was young!

when I laugh'd at Fortune's ſpight,

Talk'd of love the whole day long,

and with nectar crown'd the night.

Truth they ſay lies in a well;

why? I vow I ne'er cou'd ſee;

Let the water drinkers tell,

there it always lay for me:

For when ſparkling wine went round,

never ſaw I falſehood's maſk;

But fill honeſt truth I found

in the bottom of the flaſk. O the days, &c.

True, at length my vigour's down,

I have years to bring decay:

Few the locks that now town,

and the few I have, are grey:

Yet old Jerome thou may'ſt boaſt,

while thy ſpirits do not tire,

Still beneath thy age's froſt,

glows a Spark of youthful fire. O, &c.