1 When all the world is young, lad, 2 And all the trees are green; 3 And every goose a swan, lad, 4 And every lass a queen; 5 Then hey for boot and horse, lad, 6 And round the world away! 7 Young blood must have its course, lad, 8 And every dog his day. 9 When all the world is old, lad, 10 And all the trees are brown; 11 And all the sport is stale, lad, 12 And all the wheels run down; 13 Creep home, and take your place there, 14 The spent and maimed among; 15 God grant you find one face there, 16 You loved when all was young.