“You are old, Father William,” the young man cried, “The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,- Now tell me the reason I pray.”
“You are old, Father William,” the young man cried, “The few locks
“You are old, Father William,” the young man cried, “The few locks which are left you are gray; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man,- Now tell me the reason I pray.”
