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 ( 4 ) O the DAYS when I was YOUNG. 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; Then it was Old Father Care little reck'd l of thy frown, Half thy malice your cou'd hear, and a 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 Nectur crown'd the night. Truth they ſay lies in a well; why? I vow I ne'et cou'd ſee; Let the water-drinkers tell, there it always lay for me; For when ſparkling wine wear round, never ſaw I fuXehood's malk; But ſtill honeſt truth 'I sound in the bottom of the flaſk. O the days, &c. True, al length my vigoar's flown, I have years to bring decay: Few she locks that now I own, and the few I have, are grey: Yet old Jerome than may'ſt boaſt, while thy ſpirits do not tire, Still beneath thy age's frost, glows a ſpark of youthful fire, O the, &c.