To make room for the next generation;
We 'll go hand in hand, I wiss, &c.

Then why should old age so much wound us? &c.


[2] This tune requires O to be added at the end of each of the long
lines, but in reading the song the O is better omitted.




STILL IN THE WRONG.


I.

It has long been my fate to be thought in the _wrong_,
And my fate it continues to be;
The wise and the wealthy still make it their song,
And the clerk and the cottar agree.
There is nothing I do, and there 's nothing I say,
But some one or other thinks wrong;
And to please them I find there is no other way,
But do nothing, and still hold my tongue.


II.

Says the free-thinking Sophist, "The times are refined