The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood, by Thomas Hood

Ballad.

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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