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The fields of youth are filled with flowers, / The wine of youth is strong: / What need have we to count the hours? / The summer days are long.
But soon we find to our dismay / That we are drifting down / The barren slopes that fall away / Towards the foothills grim and grey / That lead to Old Man's Town.
And marching with us on the track / Full many friends we find: / We see them looking sadly back / For those that dropped behind.
But God forbid a fate so dread -- / ALONE to travel down / The dreary road we all must tread, / With faltering steps and whitening head, / The road to Old Man's Town!