paroles de chanson The Spade Song - Woods of Birnam

In youth when I did love, when I did love
Methought it was very sweet:
To contract - the time for -
My behove
O methought there was nothing meet.

A pickaxe and spade, a spade,
For and a shrouding-sheet,
O a pit of clay for to be made, be made
For such a guest is meet.

But age with his stealing steps
Hath claw'd me in his clutch,
And hath shipp'd me intil the land,
As if I had never been such.