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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Published by Susan on 08/08/2003 (2490 reads)
When I was young and Scottish I...

When I was young and Scottish I
    Allergic was to spending;
I put a heap of bawbees by,
    But now my life is ending,
Although I would my hoarded pelf
    Impetuously scatter,
Each day I live I find myself
    Financially fatter.

Though all the market I might buy,
    There's nothing to my needing;
I only have one bed to lie,
    One mouth for feeding.
So what's the good of all that dough
    Accumulating daily?
I should have spent it long ago
    In living gaily.

So take my tip, my prudent friend,
    Without misgiving;
Don't guard your fortune to the end,
    But blow it living.
Better on bubbly be it spent,
    And chorus cuties,
Than pay it to the Government
    For damned Death Duties.

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