I am getting on and my hair's going grey
My memory's not bad, though I'm sixty today
Or else sixty two, I can't be sixty four
Well, maybe I am, but I'm not a day more

I can reckon it out, I was born in ... dear me!
Why, at that rate I must be turned seventy three
Dear me, this confusion, it makes me upset
Why, I'm eighty I think ... I forget ... I forget

I only loved once, 'twas a girl called Elaine
Elaine or Priscilla, no! Perhaps it was Jane
However, one evening, my brain in a whirl
I went to her father and asked for the girl

Said he "Which girl is it? For I possess three"
I said "Gladys Maud is the best girl for me"
Now did he consent in a tone of regret
Or say "Take the three"? ... I forget ... I forget

I married the girl in nineteen ten
No, that can't be right, for I wasn't born then
'Twas nineteen six three, wrong again, it was not
No, that's sombody's telephone number I've got

We settled down to a life of bliss
Now she's gone and left me, without a kiss
Oh! How I'll miss her, my sweet Juliet
I think that's her name ... I forget ... I forget


© William (Bill) Sapsford