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Very often when I'm drinking	A
Of the old days I am thinking	A
Of the good old days when living was a Joy	B
And each morning brought new Pleasure	C
And each night brought Dreams of Treasure	C
And I thank the Lord that I was once a Boy	B
	-
When I hear the old hands spinning	A
Yams of gold there was for winning	A
In the Roaring Days that now so silent are	D
And my brain is whirling reeling	A
With their legends comes the feeling	A
That the Rainbow Gold I knew was finer far	D
	-
For not all the trains in motion	E
All the ships that sail the ocean	E
With their cargoes all the money in the mart	F
Could purchase for an hour	C
Such a treasure as the Flower	C
As the Flower of Hope that blossomed in my heart	F
	-
Now I sit and smile and listen	E
To my friends whose eyes still glisten	E
Though their beards are showing threads of silver grey	G
As they talk of Fame and Glory	H
The old old pathetic story	H
While they drink Good luck to luck that keeps away	G
	-
When I hear a politician	E
Speak of honours and position	E
And the time to come when he will sit on high	I
Then I feel a sovran pity	H
For this species of banditti	H
Raising trouble while the golden time goes by	I
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Long ago I did discover	C
It was fine to be a lover	C
But the heartache and the worry spoil the game	J
Now I think like an old vandal	K
That the game's not worth the candle	K
And I know some other vandals think the same	J
	-
And I hate the cant of striving	A
Slaving planning and contriving	A
Struggling onward for a paltry little prize	L
O it fills my heart with sorrow	M
This mad grasping for To morrow	M
While To day from gold to purple dusks and dies	L
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Very often when I'm drinking	A
Of the old days I am thinking	A
Of the good old days when living was a Joy	B
When I see folk marching dreary	H
To the tune of Miserere	H
Then I thank the Lord that I am still a Boy	B

Victor James Daley

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