I will tell you again I am old

You are old, Father William, the young man said, 

And your hair has become very white; 

And yet you incessantly stand on your head 

Do you think, at your age, it is right? 

In my youth," Father William replied to his son, 

I feared it might injure the brain; 

But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none, 

Why, I do it again and again. 

I am old, I am old, I will tell you again I am old 

You are old, said the youth, As I mentioned before, 

And have grown most uncommonly fat; 

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door 

Pray, what is the reason of that?

In my youth, said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, 

I kept all my limbs very supple 

By the use of this ointment, one shilling the box 

Allow me to sell you a couple? 

I am old, I am old, It’s a statement in fact, I am old 

You are old, said the youth, And your jaws are too weak 

For anything tougher than suet; 

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak 

Pray, how did you manage to do it? 

In my youth, said his father, I took to the law, 

And argued each case with my wife; 

And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw, 

Has lasted the rest of my life. 

I am old, I am old, there’s not much more to say I am old