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. 



CHARLES KINGSLEY, When 

 All the World Is Young. 



