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Old age & death

Silver threads among the gold

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SILVER THREADS AMONG

                            THE

                   GOLD

Darling I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow o day,
Life is fading fast away,
But my darling you will be, will be,
Always young and fair to me,
Yes my darling you will be
Always young and fair to me.

Darling I am growing old,
Silver threads among the gold,
Shine upon my brow to day,
Life is fading fast away.

When your hair is silver white,
And your cheeks no longer bright
With the roses of the may,
I will kiss your lips and say,
Oh, my darling mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown.
Oh, my darling mine alone,
You have never older grown.

Love can never now grow old,
Looks may lose their brown and gold,
Cheeks may fade and hollow grow,
But the heart that loves will know,
Never, never winter frost and chill
Summer warmth is in them still
Never, never winter frost and chill,
Su mer warmth is in them still.

Love is always young and fair,
What to us is silver hair
Faded cheeks or steps grown slow,
I d the hearts that beats below.
Since I kissed you mine alone, alone,
You have never older grown.
Since You kissed you mine alone,
You have never older grown

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                   DANCING

                           ON THE

               PLATFORM.

If you're fond of dancing with pretty girls by moouligt
Take a trip to Rosherville it will suit you to a T
There's not a plaee to beat it tho' some with scorn may tre
it
Of all the piaces I love best why Rosherville for me
And there upon the platform pretty girls collect
And if for dancing you're inclined why a partner you'll
select.

                        CHORUS—

And go dancing on the platform on a summers evening
With your roudd the walst of some pretty girl
Wh tcould be more sing reue
ing
And softly wispe in her ear as round and round you go

The gardens they are laid out in a manner quite enchanting
Lonely walks and pretty talks if a girl you have got
But bother not about them you are better off without them
For it you travel single you can dance with all the lot
And there yon can pick and choose of the fairest of the fair
Girls with chignons girls without and girls who dye then
blooming hair

                                       Chorus.

When the dance is over to a t you lead her
And from that Miss you ste l what could nicer be
sand a cold colation before you leave the station
Tend perhaps you 've hardly tin enough you bourne
home to pay
and askher to boy
nuod prrhaps yotve got a wife ndstarving kidst he
hAnruto.

                           FINALE.

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