When I Was One and Twenty

When I was one and twenty. My ills were in their prime. With aches and pains aplenty. And gout before my time; I had the pyorrhea, And fever turned me blue— They said that I would be a Dead man at twenty-two.

Now I am two and twenty. The aches and pains I thought Were miseries aplenty, Compared to these, are naught;

And even these are bubbles, That scarce can worry me, When I regard the troubles I'll have at twenty-three.