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SO THE OLD FOLKS SAY.

The oM folks say, The limes are changing, The bygone years were surely best ; O’er land and sga, for ever ranging, Men wonder how in vague unrest ; And ended are the green romances, The morning light has died away, The world has lost it's golden chances ! So the old folks say. The old folks say. The days are duller, ■ The sweetest songs are left unsung, The spring was full of scent and colour. Long, long ago, when we were young. Above our heads the ski" was clearer, And wanner was the sunlight ray ; Yet heaven is now a little, nearer, So the old folks say. The old folks say, ’Tis summer weather , Play, children, to your heart’s desire. But leave us hand in hand together, Beside the swiftly falling fire. For earthly chains are near their breaking, And eyes are dim and locks are grey, But Love's a dream that knows no waking, So the old folks sat".

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SO THE OLD FOLKS SAY., Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 49, 2 February 1907

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SO THE OLD FOLKS SAY. Southern Cross, Volume 14, Issue 49, 2 February 1907

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