_Song._ _1st Verse, Old Song._
Some die when they're young and some live to old age;
Man is a play-actor, this world is a stage;
Each one plays his part, and when it is o'er
The Curtain drops down and he's never seen more.
He toils from the rise till the set of the sun,
And the shadows come down ere his labour is done;
Still he holds on his way till his harvest is o'er,
Then the Curtain drops down and he's never seen more.
O, man breathes to live, and he lives but to die;
His life's a short dream, with eternity nigh;
His joys and his sorrows are very soon o'er,
For the Curtain drops down and he's never seen more.
As we go thro' this world let us fight the good fight,
Let us help one another and do what is right.
If we all do our best there's naught to deplore
When the Curtain drops down and we're never seen more.