ABSTRACT
Pop Young. (Coughs.) XIgh ! ugh ! ugh ! Well, they toll mo I ’m growiug old ! how, do X look like it? I can sing aud dance, and dauce and sing with the best ot them. (Begins to dance, and suddenly stops short as i f u>ith rhueumiism.) Oh, there's no use talk ing. I never had a pain like that w lieu I danced years ago. But I feel quite young for all that. (Sings,
OLD MAN’S LAUGHING SONG. What a gay old man am I ! All misfortune I defy ! I dance aud siug, aud laugh all day. Now, who b o merry a s 1, sirs? They 6ay I ’m growing vt-ry old, Now, would you think b o , i( not told r The girls all smile u> I j as« by, While I look at them soi t o’bold,
With my ha ! ha ! 1m ! ha ! ha ! ha ! sirs, Ha ! ha ! ha ! I’m not so very old, sirs !
