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God be with you, gentle sirs
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Who are you, wrapped up like a friar?
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Why live so long to be so old?
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I cannot find anyone, although
I even walked to India...
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...in village or town, who would
change his youth for my old age
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So, poor and wretched,
I roam the world...
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...and ceaselessly upon ground,
which is my, no other's gate...
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...I knock with my staff and say:
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"Dear mother, let me in, when
shall my bones lie to rest?
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"Mother, I'd give all I own
to have a shroud to wrap me in"
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But she will not grant that mercy
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Sirs, you are discourteous to speak
roughly. Do not harm an old man...
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...as you would not be harmed when old
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Go your ways in peace and I
will go mine. God be with you
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You'll not get off so lightly. Just
now you talked of this traitor, Death
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I bet you are both in league...
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...to plot to kill the young
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No, sirs. If you want to find
Death, turn down that crooked path
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For in the grove I left him under a tree
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See that oak? Right
there you will find him
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God save you and make you mend your ways