Many years afford me thy;
Find not me screaming why, oh why!
Why oh why for this or thy?
Why oh why for he and I?
Rather walk with head hung low
While trickster time doth tug us so
Years behind strike one as being
Far from that, where once eyes seeing
Saunter sinners; unafraid
Make not of me your tortured slave
Lay down me not in this old grave
Trickster time my soul shall save
Find not me screaming why oh why
Many years afford me thy