Lest Youth's First Ardor E'Er Grow Cold
In gilded hours and yet again
I still hear the same refrain:
"Ho, Ho, Ho Chi Minh,
Out with the Yanks,
Let the Viet Cong in!"
Ah me! Times change and I am old.
Lest youth's first ardor, e'er grow cold,
Henry the Fifth is what I'll teach.
Boris, Boris, to the breach.
"Mogg, Mogg. Jacob Rees-Mogg!
Let's hear the bark of the British bull-dog."
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