Old Song

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

Accursed poison lies hid beneath sweet honey.

Old soldiers never die;
They fade away!

Old soldiers never die;
They fade away!

There's a skin without and a skin within,
A covering skin and a lining skin,
But the read more

There's a skin without and a skin within,
A covering skin and a lining skin,
But the skin within is the skin without
Doubled and carried complete throughout.

A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.

A burthen cheerfully borne becomes light.

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.