Selections
... Adve-voillf.. BALLADB~r B HAInr rfntI . old man, old man, thy locks are gray, Ald the winter winds blow cold; Why wander abroad on thy weary way, Ande leave thy home's ivarm fold?' T The winter winds blow cold, 'tis true, a ;:d I am old to roam; But I may Wander the wide world through Ere I shallind my bome. And where do thy children loiter so long? Have they left thee, thus old and forlorn ...