Reels and slackens in his pace,
Kicks the bucket, always ready,
Gives it up—Death wins the race.
Go it while You’re Young.
Money’s scarce they say, and very well we know it,
Then surely the best way, is while you’re young to go it;
The banks are all flat broke, their rags are good for naught,
The specie’s all bespoke, then certainly you ought to—
Go it while you’re young,
For when you’re old you can’t,