[Music]
O ye young and gay and proud,
You must die and wear the shroud,
Time will rob you of your bloom,
Death will drag you to the tomb.
_Chorus_
Then you'll cry and want to be
Happy in eternity.
Eternity, eternity,
Happy in eternity.
The white throne will soon appear,
All the dead will then draw near.
Then you'll go to heav'n or hell.
There you must forever dwell.
_Chorus_
Recorded by the author from the singing of Mrs. Elizabeth
Showalter-Miller, Dayton, Virginia, Jan. 20, 1930. Further stanzas of
the text and variant melodies may be found in Thomas, p. 118, and
Richardson, p. 73.
No. 112
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