Age

Age 

I used to be a thin lad, running round all day,
Climbing, jumping, running, all the time at play,
But age is a great leveller, there is no weapon against time,
Now, there’s ‘three pegs in me knickers’, when they’re blowin on the line.

Once I could run for hours, on the common, yes, – I could,
Or camp out among the flowers, – in the sweetness of the wood,
And dine on eggs and ‘taters’, and bilberries, so fine,
Now, there’s ‘three pegs in me knickers’, when they’re blowin on the line.

My working on the coal – face, also kept me fit,
Sweating with my heroes, couldn’t get enough of it,
And I was but a ‘lath’ then, all hard and muscled fine,
Now, there’s ‘three pegs in me knickers’, when they’re blowin on the line.

It’s age I guess, that catches us, it happens to us all,
The spread of girth, creeps up on us, before you can recall,
Where once you were a ‘Greek God’, with a body so divine,
Now, there’s ‘three pegs in me knickers’, when they’re blowin on the line.

Mick