Thos. Dudley Ah! Old Must Dye - Gastr del Sol

A death’s head on your hand you need not wear

A dying head you on your shoulders bear

Need not one to tell you, you must die

You and your name may spell mortalit-aye

Ah!

Must old die!

What if I was so soon in waters drowned

And when I’d cry to men, no help I found?

Need not one to tell you

You and your name may spell mortalit-aye

Young men may die, but old, these die must

'Twill not be long before you turn to dust

Ah!

Must!

I’m now arrived, the sole desired port

Safe from privateers

Here’s the feast, fall to it

Then this welcome guest was seated

And in an instant all his joys completed

Longer abroad, 'tis not for thee