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Song of the Old Robber

My youth has faded away, The beauty in my face has withered, And my former daring is gone, And strength there is no more. Once I would knock five men Off their feet with my club, Now I've become frail and old And bewail my fate.

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Song of the Old Robber

My youth has faded away, The beauty in my face has withered, And my former daring is gone, And strength there is no more.

Once I would knock five men Off their feet with my club, Now I've become frail and old And bewail my fate.

Once I would sing songs From morning till dark night, Now melancholy gnaws at me And sorrow pierces my heart.

Once I was indeed bold, I robbed and plundered, Now I've become frail and old, I've left all the past behind.

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