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 Old, Lad, And All The Trees Are Brown; And All The Sport Is Stale, Lad, And All The Wheels Run Down; Creep Home, And Take Your Place There, The Spent And Maimed Among: God Grant You Find One Face There, You Loved When All Was Young. From The Water-Babies. 1862