Traps were set to guard our game;
When our clergymen got drunk, sir,
And our Prince was made of waistcoats,
When our soldiery had spunk, sir,
And wore epaulets and faced coats.
Chorus—Sing the days when I was young!
Such a song was never sung!
When Madeira, port, and sherry
Were such wines as made men wits:
When our songs were coarse and merry,