| I grow old … I grow old … | |
| I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. | |
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| Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach? | |
| I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach. | |
| I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. | |
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I do not think that they will sing to me.
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