When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green And every goose a swan, lad And every lass a queen Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
When all the world is young, lad, And all the trees are green And every goose a swan, lad And every lass a queen Then hey for boot and horse, lad, And round the world away Young blood must have its course, lad, And every dog his day.
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© 2020 Inspirational Stories