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My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went 
My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went
 How do I know my youth is all spent? My get up and go has got up and went In spite of it all, I'm able to grin When I think of the places my get up has been 
Old age is golden, I think I've heard said But sometimes I wonder as I crawl into bed My ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup My eyes on the table until I wake up 
As sleep dims my vision, I say to myself Is there anything else I should lay on the shelf? But nations are warring and business is vexed So I'll stick around to see what happens next 
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When I was younger, my slippers were red I could kick up my heels right over my head When I was older my slippers were blue But still I could dance the whole night thru 
Now I am old, my slippers are black I huff to the store and I puff my way back But never you laugh, I don't mind at all I'd rather be huffing than not puff at all 
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I get up each morning and dust off my wits Open the paper and read the obits If I'm not there, I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed 
words trad, melody Pete Seeger from the singing of Jens Wennberg of Ithaca NY SOF