“OH, THE WILD, WILD DAYS OF YOUTH!”

Oh, the wild, wild days of youth! My royal youth; My blood was then my king: Maybe a little mad, But full of truth!

Oh, my lips were like a rose! And my heart, too; It was torn out leaf by leaf: Ah! there be none that know How the leaves flew!

Oh, they dropped in the wine! The royal wine; There were showers for the girls, Crowns for their white brows, And for mine!