SONG
I’ve pleasure not a little
A dancing youth to see,
Nor less—one single tittle—
An old man full of glee.
To dance I ever glory
With those of youthful mien;
It shows, although I’m hoary
In hair, my mind is green.
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London:
Printed for THOMAS J. WISE, Hampstead, N.W.
Edition limited to Thirty copies.