"You are old, Father William," the young man cried, "The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William—a hearty old man: Now tell me the reason, I pray."


The Old Man's Comforts and How He Gained Them (1799), st. 1


You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William—a hearty old man: Now...

You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William—a hearty old man: Now...

You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William—a hearty old man: Now...

You are old, Father William, the young man cried, The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William—a hearty old man: Now...