Old Song

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man
sickens.

A soldier when aged is not appreciated; the love of an old man
sickens.

Old soldiers never die;
They fade away!

Old soldiers never die;
They fade away!

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not read more

The poor man will praise it so hath he good cause,
That all the year eats neither partridge not quail,
But sets up his rest and makes up his feast,
With a crust of brown bread and a pot of good ale.

In good King Charles's golden days
When royalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-churchman was I,
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In good King Charles's golden days
When royalty no harm meant,
A zealous high-churchman was I,
And so I got preferment.

When Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to put on,
He took him a sheep skin to make him a' read more

When Bryan O'Lynn had no shirt to put on,
He took him a sheep skin to make him a' one.
"With the skinny side out, and the wooly side in,
'Twill be warm and convanient," said Bryan O'Lynn.